Her long hairs neatly combed and a streak coming down to her cheek. Whenever the streak restricted her view she used to blow it and god it killed me a...nd she was looking so sexy yet cute. She proposed me on that day and I accepted and said it was not necessary to propose as we both know already that we are in love. Days passed by and we started coming closer and I sometimes teased her with my naughty comments. She used to ask how I am looking.Me: very sexy sweethearts She: Liar my hair is not. Once she saw him she ran in the opposite direction. He sprinted harder toward his friend, unmoving on the tracks. He had to make it! He had to! He......couldn't.The train went over his friend as if he hadn't even been there. A severed arm tumbled to the ground a few feet away as he stopped running and fell to his knees. "Aw, shit..."As the man gulped for air from his mad dash, the train finally passed, revealing the woman, standing on the other side of the tracks, looking at him intently.. My wife, my mistress and the mother of my daughter. Now she was gone but I still had these dreams about her performance for me in bed, or wherever she decided she needed sex. And she needed sex often and in every conceivable place. In fact, our daughter had been conceived in just such a place. An alley. She’d dragged me in as we walked home late one night. Up against a wall in a dark alleyway littered with used condoms. She said she wanted to feel like a cheap whore. I took out a twenty. She did not respond to Shinny, so I did. “Hiro? Who is Hiro?” I asked Shinny. Shinny just looked at me with wide eyes. Her mouth opened slightly but she did not say anything. She looked at me and then turned her gaze to Sethy. I followed Shinny’s eyes to Sethy, who just sat there still like a deer in the headlights.“Sethy, who is Hiro?” I asked again. Her lack of a quick response was a bit concerning.“Ah, Hiro…Hiro is a previous boyfriend of mine” she stammered. Shinny continued to look at.