If my voice weren’t caught in my throat I’d be screaming: ‘Fuck you, Alex! Fuck you and fuck your fucking sexy smile!’ But for now, I have bru...shes to clean, a studio to tidy and a full barrel of wine to buy…or at least a couple of bottles. The barrel I’m likely to save just for me. My girlfriends and I have always taken turns on whose apartment our girls’ night is hosted at. I don’t know how that tradition began, but in all fairness I think the wine may have had something to do with that. Wine,. I was really embrased by the situation and went into my home.In the evening she called me to her house for coffee i went in hesitantly but she was behaving very normally and i felt little relaxed. She came in with tea and sat next to me and started talking casually. Suddenly she asked me if i had an girlfriend, and i said yes. She then jokingly said that then i was thinking about her in the noon and doing ‘that’. I was really shocked by her words but managed to ask her what she meant by that.. "Over there," she told me, and tugged my arm. Our destination was a mystery, but her direction was opposite that of the smoking group. I shrugged and went with her, feeling surprisingly comfortable with this older woman who seemed... genuine? Unpretentious? Whatever , I thought, she seemed to have taken a liking to me, and I was interested right back. I mean, I wasn't letting my imagination run away with me. But I wasn't holding the leash very tightly on it, either. As it turned out, her. ”“Understandable, but why are you telling me this?” asked Ikuno, her voice thick with suspicion.“That brings me to the second issue. She cannot return home.”“Why not?” asked Kal.Sir Corrin answered, “She spoke to myself and Brother Balthus on the way here, both times she was terrified of what her brother might do to her. From what the townsfolk told me while I was searching for her earlier, both parents are dead and while the brother is taking care of her he also takes out his frustrations on.