Now she did live with her parents and her little brother but they were never home and her room was on the other side of the house and it was a big fuc...king house. But when we got there her whole family was there eating dinner and invited me to join them. She whispers in my ear “Don’t worry I’m make it up to you.” So I stay have dinner with them and they start asking me all these questions on how we met and when we started dating. Truth to the matter is we were dating just fucking and I couldn’t. 'You know, there's a part of me that's been wanting this since last year. You caught me once, sneaking peeks in the library. Then when you fell down those steps, it was so weird. I mean, such a weird way to meet. You ever think that?' She'd said that the night of her birthday, first time we'd fucked, and the next morning she'd come back to it. 'Something kinda clicked when I saw you. Not straight away, more like gradually. Strange feeling, made me start noticing you more. If you'd hit on me, I. One day I asked her to join me for dinner the next day. She told it would be very late and refused. I convinced her that since her mother in law is not here, there should not be a problem. She was in a dilemma but after me insisting she agreed. As planned the next day after office she left for home. I was not supposed to pick her from her home due to neighbors problem. I was supposed to pick her from market near her house and she reached the designated spot at 8. I was on my way I got a call. The real surprise came when a guy I hadn’t met came in the back door and introduced himself as Franky Cawley. He bore a strong resemblance to his dad (before the injury). He shook my hand and gave Cheyenne a little hug, saying, “Hey, short stuff, ain’t seen you in a while. I hear this guy (nodding toward me) has kicked me out of first place on your favorites list.”“You wish! What makes you think you were ever on the list? Don’t you think you’re a bit old for a high school girl?”“Hey, a guy can.