Maybe she decided to beat you to the punch so to speak."I took in a deep breath and said, "Yeah. I thought about that. But for some reason, that doesn...t seem like the reason behind this. Not completely. When I'm around her, I feel different, more complete. And when I'm not I sometimes have those vivid dreams. And when I don't have those dreams, I feel like there is some kind of force or something pulling me towards her or saying I need to be with her. Oh my god. I sound like a stalker or some. Allow me to lay them out for you. First order of operation would be the infatuation process. During the infatuation process Chayne finds herself completely sprung on some young stud. Let me put strong emphasis on the word young! The second scene in this tragic play called life is resentment. Chayne overextends herself for these young puppies and then becomes frustrated when they do not reciprocate the same level of care she has rendered. The third and final step is destruction. Things sour. Kamini drank her mother’s milk peacefully unaware that a storm of lust was brewing between her mummy and her new boyfriend to be. There was total silence in the room apart from sucking sound Kamini was making. Deepika’s other breast was still inside her blouse. She didn’t say anything and just seemed to be concentrating on feeding her baby, who would suck a bit then fall asleep, only to be woken up by gentle shaking by Deepika, upon which she would resume sucking. This went on for a while.. I waited for her to say more, to say that was dangerous or irresponsible or even straight disrespectful."Are you at least gonna apologize?" She asked still angry.I looked away actually thinking about the entire situation, what happened, how it happened, and where. Ultimately, I knew I was in the wrong, sneaking in her room, instigating her freak side, and having done it so near her sleeping parents. Still, she accepted then reciprocated and in the end kept it hidden."No," I said flatly looking.