Hand in hand, we walked down to the sand volleyball court. The benches along the sidelines were mostly private. We sat on one, very close but not touc...hing, still holding hands.Before she’d gone to Columbia, Susan and I had a long talk about Gina. She’d given me some really good advice about what I should do, and how I should do it.The gist of her advice was that I needed to show Gina that I still loved her, but that I wasn’t going to take advantage of her. Basically, it would be a Bad Idea to. There I was driving along minding my own business when I approached the set of traffic lights; they had just begun to change so I slowed down and stopped. As was my usual practise I only held the automatic car on the foot brake and never put the handbrake on; when wham! I was suddenly hit quite hard from behind.I jumped out of my car; furious and about to have an almighty row with the idiot who had failed to stop before hitting me; when out of this other car came a five foot six pocket Venus.. “Damn, they got me. That was impossible.” “Sorry, Jimmy. But it was very close. You have to admit that was an exciting game despite that we lost. We were so close to beating them,” the female voice said. The female voice was Melissa. We had met through the world of online shooting games and we had formed a little team where we battled other teams online on weekends. I didn’t know much about her though. She was 18, I knew that much, and she liked computer games of course. I had never seen a. He could have hurt her less if he had slapped her black and blue, but listening to her talk about her family he had needed to know. As he reached for her to say he was sorry, she shook her head, and stepped back. ‘Reni…I…’ ‘No, no…’ Pushing her way off the dance floor, he watched as she headed for the exit and disappeared into the night. Reni walked along the street uncaring that her makeup was running or that she was crying so hard she couldn’t see where she was going. How could he ask her.