I made my paces to the ball sighting it carefully, all ready hearing the cheering ,we were one point behind, this would clinch us a win against our gr...eat Camden High school. carefully sighting the ball suddenly snapping out of my strategy ,is that my business man over their ?? christ it is.... he has come to watch me playing, and who are the blokes sitting with him in their suits and ties ,? I know one of them by sight its the milk bar owner I buy a gelato from his shop near the railway station. You’re outspoken. You’re cute and you’re sexy. What type of guy wouldn’t like that? We don’t have to agree on everything. All we have to do is find a common ground.”“Right,” she replied. “I thought we had a common ground, but after a while, our common ground wasn’t what I thought it would be.”“His loss,” I shot back. “Time to move on.”She stared back at me, but it was as though she was looking past me.“Where did you come from?” she asked.Her question was probably more rhetorical in nature and. She hated that a man, let alone an African male was admiring her plump booty. He slapped it and firmly tugged down the waist of her belt less pants. Leah wasn't quick and fumbled uselessly until her pants rested around her ankles at the floor. No one was left in the room except for the two of them."I...I was joking, Donald. Please, just let me go. I swear I won't bother you again." Her voice cracked, regrettably attempting to apologize for the past five years. She trembled, bent clear over the. Yet, all I couldcobble together was the most unconvincing of lies. "No. I mean ... youcan go right ahead and tell Rebecca. She knows everything."Before I knew it, my tormentor had assumed the initiative once more."I'll bet she has her suspicions. I'll bet she's considered the prospecthundreds of times, but I'll bet she's never confronted you with hersuspicions. No, she would never think of challenging you. No, she'dspend hours dreaming up excuses for why behave as you do. Sure, you'llhave told.