Before long, Steve had footsteps running behind him. In the distance ahead of this chase, there was a small party of day scholars.

If he continued running from her then the group consisting of a bunch of carrot nosed brutes would conclude it queer a great mischief for a deer to run after a lion. He had to stop.

"Steve, listen to me. I did not mean to..."

You know that look a banker shoots you when they are begging you to take their loan. That look a prisoner shoots the judge to justify his innocence-- that's the exact look she had on her face.

"I did not mean to cause panic or that stuff, I lov..."

She was now embedded in kisses. This was Steve's last time to have her in his arms. He brought her closer, like he had in most of his dreams, then gave her a deep kiss to her lips that could have brought a drowned man to consciousness in seconds. 

He did not mind the party now about forty metres from them. He did not care whether he would be imprisoned for loving her. One thing mattered most. And that was having his lips against hers, her green eyes upon him, her waist in his hands. Her nipples close to him. That was what really mattered.

"Do you like this?" he teased as she squeezed her breasts on him.

"Yea, and I want more than this!" she kissed him this time with all desert of passion flowing from her. The party which was now nearly within a grown-viper's length from them, just looked on and continued their brisk talk leaving them to their own affair more like a cup does when you take tea in a plate.

He slipped his hand down. Like really down her skirt.

"No, Steee... just," she retorted unable to resist the temptation of having it done.

"Lynn, I'm late!"  A hand with a gold-plaited watch dangled out of the car, the other knocking on the watch.

"Sorry, Steve was still kissing her", even as he talked, "Is that your dad?"

"Yea, and he likes you."

"Really," Steve, a boy known for being as shy as a crocodile in the presence of a hippo, now looked as brave as David was in front of Goliath.

He had an aura of determination. He had loved this girl the first time his eyes fell on her more like many lads fell in love with breast-milk when babies.

"Lynn, come with your friend," the hand belonging to a millionaire in a Red Ferrari mimicked the clock, "I'm late for the party!"

"Oh, Steve, would you mind coming to my fathers anniversary?"

His look indicated an obvious yes.

They climbed into the Ferrari as swifly as a red tailed monkey trips on a branch.

"Lynn, is he the one?" there was a hazardous smile on the millionaires face similar to that of Fred's mom when she realizes he has been going out for date with the neighbour's daughter Jackie.