" But aren't you supposed to start with 'What do I do for a living?' and 'Where do I come from?'"He laughed. "I suppose I could, but those are pretty ...oring questions compared to 'What are you looking for?' Besides, I already know that you're from the mid-west. Probably Michigan?"Ada's eyebrows raised. "Indiana. How did you..." Your accent. But you're not answering my question. What do you want, Ada?"She smiled externally, but sighed inside. What I want, you can't give me. No one can, at least. Taking a sip of water she heard something coming from the other end of the room. Looking over to the front door, she saw something on the floor. As she picked it up she wondered who could have left it so late. She opened the door but there was no one out there. Her name was skillfully written in beautiful script across the front. Closing the door, she turned it over, untied the lace bow holding it shut and looked inside:You are cordially invited to attend a masquerade ballThis Saturday, October. We both got busy for about a week so we couldn’t have sex for a while but I kissed her almost everyday before heading home like we’re lovers.she still had some portions to cover so she held a special class on Sunday afternoon. Everybody was pissed for keeping it on Sunday except me. This was perfect for me so I was awaiting for the next day. I called her and to my surprise her husband picked it up and said she’s busy and asked who I was, this was the first time heard his voice and was a little. I grabbed his bag and mine and then I supported him as we walked out of the building. My heart was pounding and I was terribly scared of running into someone, but the building seemed abandoned. We reached the elevator with no problems and took it down into the parking garage. ‘I can’t drive like this.’ Davy said. ‘That would be irresponsible.’ ‘I’ll take you home.’ I said. I slumped him into the passenger seat and then I drove off. ‘Wait are you taking me to your home or mine.’ .