Just graduated. Have taken a break from work and currently traveling places. You live only once.Well, I had a few backlogs. So I had to return to coll...ege for supplementary exams. I had a few friends outside my batch. There was a junior of mine with whom I get along quite well. She was a year junior to me. Same branch. She was from Hyderabad. A bit dusky. Let’s call her Elli.I always knew she had a crush on me. I kind of used to avoid her on direct topics on relations and play it quite. I didn’t. "Don,t worrie mate nothing to apologize for its all there for all to see"I look back at the wife and she is eyeing my mates bulge."That getting you all wet is babe seeing that bulge?" She looks at me and smiles.she stands up walks over to my mate and starts to rub his hard on over his jeans.Looking in his eyes "That could do some damage if you let"she said looking at me.She looks at him and asks if he will get it it out.He looks over at me and asks if its ok"you comfortable getting it out in. I would have liked to get to know her better but guessed that now wasn't the best time. I said my farewells and returned to the capital.The next morning I was alerted to an urgent call. It was from Michaela."Have you seen the news, Mr Swan?" she struggled to say in between wracking sobs."No."I turned on the newsvid. The leading story was how the Fleming estate had been attacked during the night and Mr and Mrs Fleming had both been killed."Hold on, I'll be right out," I said.Needing the extra. Beauty was fickle, the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the sleepless night. The nearly exquisite exterior that covered up the slowly decaying innards, cloyingly sweet perfume that nearly.