Something about the dragon made me shiver.Dinner was wonderful, Penney was a better cook than Peter had ever been,but the feeling of wrongness was sti...ll there. I could not bring myself toaccept Penney as my spouse.After dinner, we settled on the couch and Penney found a chick flick onone of the Lifetime channels.Finally, as I was starting to fall asleep on the couch, the movie endedand Penney and I headed to bed. Penney put on a white silk nightgown,again with a black dragon embroidered on it. She agreed for it. I told my parents that I would be staying in Manju Akka’s place during the weekend.Since they knew about her from many years they were fine with it. Finally, a day came and I reached her home on Friday evening by 5:30. We were meeting each other after 5 years. She welcomed me with a hug. She was wearing a peach colored nighty. Her stats were visible clearly over it.I knew about stats by this time. It was 36B -30-36 looks like she was not wearing a bra inside. I got to feel. "I love you," she said."I love you too," I replied.Jackie snuggled in a bit closer, slipped her arm through mine and held my hand. This was her go to position whenever she snuggled with me on the couch watching TV. It was a comfortable position with clothes on. Without clothes, it was distracting.Her warm full fit was pressing against my bicep, and it felt good. From this close, I could see the fine blond hairs on the top part of her boob. I could see each dimple of her pink areola and the tiny. Minutes passed as the pain dulled to an ache, yet unfortunately the short memory kept the invisible scar alive. Damp, cold air filled my lungs with every raspy breath I took, drying out my throat and tract. The overwhelming sense of confusion, and the sense of location every human possess, seemed lost in a whirlpool of nothingness. The oblivion I was trapped in was a simplistic hole of questions and noted no answers. My eyes finally adjusted to the industrial style lighting as my pupils rested.