’ ‘Thanks Prof. Gast. I’ll see you later.’ The rest of my classes that day were uneventful and dull, at least, until I got to my astronomy lec...ure. After class, Prof. Gast pulled me aside, ‘Your plot matches NASA’s, it’s headed into the sun. That said, they’re not sure if it’s a rogue one picked up by the sun’s gravitational field or one that’s simply lost its orbit and is crashing on this run. I’ll keep you posted.’ He did keep me posted. When NASA couldn’t determine the composition of the. Shes my high school sweetheart, we dated all through high school then when we graduated we got married. She still has a smoking hot body, even all these years later, she works out at the gym all the time, likes to go running, does yoga, so she stays in really good shape and very flexable. She has long red wavy hair that almost goes down to her ass(which is smoking hot also), gorgeous green eyes that everyone gets lost in, her breasts are a 36d cup, still nice and firm, She stands at 5 foot 4. He is extremely courteous and bows to me, smiling in a way that makes me feel like a little schoolgirl meeting a member of her favourite boy band. My barnacle jabbers something to him in her dialect and he replies in turn. They giggle a little and the fighter continues on his route. I let my eyes follow his progression to the next bar along where he bows down in front of some rowdy Geordies who were cheering him on. I admire his grace as he bends over, his back in a perfect arch as he. I don’t know if I’m making any sense, I guess my thoughts are rambling a little because of the cold weather. After about thirty minutes of silence, I say, “I wanna go home.” He doesn’t answer. “I’m freezing.” He remains silent. I sigh. “I’m going home. It’s almost midnight and I’m tired.” “Don’t,” he finally says. “Please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.” He sounds vulnerable when he says this. “But I’m tired. And it’s cold. I have very dry skin, especially around my hands. See?” I show.