Umm, I’ll text message you!” I race out of the school, thinking I blew my chance for the last fucking time, as I hang my head in sha...me on the bus home. I gather my senses and text her when I get home. “Hey Mo, my parents are out of town and I would like to cook for you and we can watch a movie. Bring a title that you enjoy and let’s have fun tonight,” I write. Shockingly, she replies very quickly “Of course, I can come around 9. See you then." My heart starts racing as I can’t. If only. The rest remained unspoken … unthought. She couldn’t allow herself the luxury of letting her mind wander. There were hard times ahead. ‘I … I couldn’t sleep,’ she stammered. ‘Nor could I. A storm is moving in. I can smell it on the wind.’ Colin offered his left hand up to help her down. ‘Care to walk with me awhile?’ He had no idea what he was doing. She was a betrothed woman and his mind screamed at him to let her be. But he had to talk with her. They hadn’t gotten a chance to the. I carried stuff to keep my body warm there. I had sheelajeet for the same purpose. When I started the trek, after 2 km I saw a beautiful wheatish complexioned lady was trekking alone, since on the journey. We are never strangers to anyone. Hence we started with a hello. And then started inquiring about each other and experiences of trekking. As she was a solo traveller like me, she was also searching for a new connection there. Let me tell you her stats. She was 34c -28-36 . and was fit enough. So, it was a few days before Christmas when I at last was able to get to see her. By this time she had moved from her house into a small block of flats in the next town. I rang the bell at the outer door and she slipped out of her front door which opens on to the hallway to let me in. To my surprise, she was clad in a full length black negligee - unusual for a December afternoon and the more unusual to be wearing it in the hallway where neighbours might suddenly appear. It was a good sign,.