Since the night was so warm, I opened the windows in the bedroom and slept with just a pair of loose shorts and a thin blanket. I thought of you, and ...wondered what it would be like to have you sleeping next to me, breathing softly. I turned to my side, almost prepared to see you lying there... but all that was there was an empty space, echoing the emptiness I sometimes feel inside. I closed my eyes, and forced myself to go to sleep, overriding the emotional pain that I felt.In my dream, we were. For some reason we enjoyed the music, the dancing, andthe energy of the concerts. At least as they were shown on TV. We were(or at least, I was) far too self-conscious to attend a concert inperson.Then one morning when I came downstairs Tara stopped me to tell me thatthe latest teen sensation was performing this Friday at the localamphitheatre, and through her friend (who booked various local shows) shewas able to get two front-section tickets. She was very excited, untilshe saw my face. . But truthfully I was more terrified of what would happen if we went on like this, it was an untenable position.She leaned over and kissed me. As we let our passion come to contain itself to hide it from the world, we had stopped the hard kissing and stuck to small ones. This wasn’t small. This was one of those long, drawn out, smothering kisses. The ones you see in movies and all the young kids go “EWWWW GROSS!” We wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed again and again. It was, in a. During holidays we even used to help her in the kitchen.. I like cooking so I usually spent more time with her..In the month of January my friends had gone to their natives so I was all alone in the apartment.. So I rather used to spend time with anju chatting and gossiping.. She was a divorcee.. She had a 7year old son.. Only a few people used to come down to her place to have food rest of the members used to take away tiffins.. Because of keen interest in cooking me and anju had come really.