We discussed a lot about everything but relationships. While it did come up a few times, she always used to get gloomy, so I switched the topic. Slowl...y as months passed by, we grew close. We had our share of laughs and fights, just like any other relationship would have in them.I thought it was a nice smooth sail, but all good things must come to an end, as they say. After three months, our landlord one day told us that we have to vacate for some reason not so crucial in this context. He did. Although she dressed as a Cave Dweller, she was otherwise just as alien as Glade or the Red Haired People, with which the Cave Dwellers had a cordial association. Her skin was dark. Her lips were thick and broad. She spoke the Cave Dwellers’ language with a very peculiar dialect. The strange woman was, of course, Demure. Glade was more shocked than surprised. Demure had changed a great deal. It was true that the few years of separation had changed Glade also. Her breasts were fuller. Her thighs. I felt my cock start to swell again so I suggested we go find a table to sit at so she could start researching. While she was flipping through the books, I asked her what she wanted to talk to me about from before. She looked around and there were a few other students around so she asked if there was anywhere more private we could talk because she was embarrassed. I took her over to the group study rooms so she could talk freely. She told me that on her last date with Oliver, she let him reach. “It’s okay you let it all out,” and he held her close and tight and rocked back and forth. She cried for a few moments and then the flood ebbed. She had, without thinking put her arms around him and was holding onto him tightly. He felt her arms go around him and a warm feeling, one he had not felt in some time, moved through his body. It was a very good feeling and he just smiled and pulled her close. He reached around and pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her.She looked at it.