..only the thought of being seen by someone added to the sense of explicit and complete passion we shared.And it was one of these early evenings after... we had stripped off together,she looked at me with what I can only call pure devilment in her sparkling blue eyes, when she reached down,picked up her lacy white panties and said "Put these on for me". Well, it was the two of us. No one else about. I didn't see any harm in it....and of course, back then there were no phones us teenagers had to. "Speaking in a soft but determined voice Early continued, "Susan, why did you do it? Is there something missing between us? Have I done something wrong? Did you get bored with me and want to spice up your sex life? I guess the old saw about variety being the spice of life may be true. I have some personal suspicions about what was at least partially the cause but you need to examine it and tell me what you think it was."Despite her previous comment about not being able to cry anymore, Susan's. It gives me confidence. Nothing much happened that day. After that we increased our phone conversation. One day while talking over phone i asked her about the incident which happened with my friend 4 months earlier. She became silent for a moment and after some time she started crying. I console her over phone. But she don’t stop crying. So i left for her home after my office. Her son was there, i gave him a chocolate and send him another room. Then we start talking, all of a sudden she hug me. I stood rooted to the spot and looked at him. My heart was doing weird things in my ribcage, as did my thoughts in my head. For a second, I was convinced that I had imagined an entire day, so strong was the sense of déjà vu.“Miss,” he said, just a bit louder, and repeated slowly, “Put your bag onto the belt, take off your jacket and shoes, and stand over there.”‘Miss’? Oh. So we were… weren’t…Oh.Oh, alright.My stomach sank, and I wished I could sink right along with it, into the floor. I was.