Next day in the college , she didn’t respond to me and started pushing me away and few days passed by and there she is with an apology saying “sor...ry for all the drama! I really like you but we are not of same age group we shouldn’t do it.” I replied “that’s not a problem for me , as longs as u don’t have any problem neither do i”.She didn’t say anything but, asked why do u like me there are many girls in your class who are better than me, I said some filmy dialogue like u r unique bla bla bla.. " Let him read that as innocently as he wants, I imagined her thinking.Both she and I had inherited a strong tendency to "double-entendre" humor and irony from our parents (clearly an argument in favor of nurture over nature, given her status as an adoptee). Not to mention apreference for sarcasm. But we'd always been a bit shy about deploying such double-entendre directly at one another -- it was more something that would come out with our respective spouses, for example, but in each other's. I was with our friends Sasha and Martin – mostly with Sasha. I was in her warm bed, sometimes with Martin there as well. He had to go to Europe for a week so for a while I had her all to myself.”Alice raised an eyebrow, “Oh, you go both ways now?”Aaron responded, “No, I’m afraid not. I’m very hetero, but I’m also tolerant of close proximity without the urge to get involved. I’m not even bi-curious. On the other hand, Sasha sometimes loved to be DPed or spit roasted. Usually, though, we’d take. Her hair was finely styled and flowed in waves to her shoulders and was evenly brushed to a high sheen. Her lips were dark ruby red and moist. And I could smell her expensive perfume already.Standing up, she stood beside her car, watching me carefully. Then she called out. "Do you need help?" I squinted at the woman in the dark, the only light that of my headlights and the red taillights from her car. "Well, do you have a phone? Maybe if you could just call a tow truck, I'll be okay." Sure, I.