Time of her Life 1Time of her Life 1   WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material. Any
comments, including constructive criticisms, would be most appreciated. Please  Thank you for the days, those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
I'm thinking of the days, I won't forget a single day believe me. I bless the light, I bless the
light that shines on you believe me. And though you're gone You're with me every single day believe
me. Days I'll remember all my life Days when you can't see wrong from right You took my life, But
then I knew that very soon you'd leave me. But it's all right, now I'm not frightened of this
world, believe me. I wish today, could be tomorrow the night is long and it just brings sorrow, let
it wait Days by The Kinks ======================================= Part One It was strange how he
met such an unusual girl in the most mundane manner. As usual on a Saturday night, Bill was hanging
out down the local disco. Since it was February 29th, some bright spark had decided to have a theme
night. The girls were supposed to ask the guys to dance instead of the more traditional way of
doing things. Things were pretty much as usual though; the girls were all dancing together in the
middle of the room, while the boys propped up the walls and drank. Occasionally a couple of
giggling girls would approach some of the better looking guys but none of them had as much as
looked in Bill's direction yet. His so-called mates had all disappeared off who-knew-where and Bill
was getting bored. Bill was therefore understandably startled when his arm was tapped and he turned
to see a girl smiling at him. Not that bad looking a girl either. True, she seemed to have mistaken
it for an 80s night, judging by her clothes, but that wasn't that big a deal. The important thing
was, she was inviting him to dance. She gave him a big grin and led him onto the dance floor. They
shuffled and swayed together in vague time to the music for a while, then she beckoned him out into
the entrance lobby where the sound level was low enough for conversation to be possible. There was
an awkward silence while they looked at each other in clearer light and tried to think of something
to say. "Would you like to go someplace else," she suggested at last. "Somewhere a bit quieter."
"Um, yeah, sure," Bill agreed, slightly surprised. "Anywhere in particular you fancy going?" "This
is my first time here for a few years so I don't really know my way around. Do you know anywhere we
could get something really good to eat?" "Good food, yeah I guess I might know somewhere," Bill
said grinning. "My family just happen to cook the best curry in the country." "Oh really," she
asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes really. We even have the paperwork to prove it. My brother just won
'Best UK Curry Cook'. So it's official." "Well, I've never had a curry, so I might as well start
with the best in the country," she said with a smile. Bill couldn't help smiling back at her as he
admired the way her face was brightened by her smile. "You've never had a curry?" he asked in mock
surprise. "Where have you been, in hibernation? Everyone has a curry at the end of a Saturday
night, it's tradition. It's lucky you're with me or you would have to wait ages for a table.
There's just one thing first though." "Oh, what's that then?" she asked, looking faintly worried.
"I don't know your name," Bill told her. "I thought it would be good if I knew it. That way, when
my parents ask who you are, I don't look like an idiot for not knowing." "Well I wouldn't like you
to look like an idiot just because of me," she replied, laughing. "My name's Verity Adams."
"Pleased to meet you, Verity. My name's Bill and I'm afraid you are about to meet at least ten
members of my family. But you get to taste the best curry in the world, so it will be worth it."
"The best in the world now, is it?" she queried as they headed down the street. "Oh definitely, we
just don't have the paperwork for that yet." Bill couldn't see her smile because she had a scarf
wrapped around her face but he heard her giggle. There was a cold wind blowing and they huddled
together as they walked. Bill tentatively put his arm around her and was pleased when she moved
closer. Bill's family weren't as bad as he had feared. Every single waiter in the restaurant
managed to find an excuse to stop at their table to be introduced to Verity but at least they
didn't stay too long. Since Verity had never had curry before, Bill ordered a small portion of all
the main varieties so she could sample the full range. Once the table was full and their glasses
topped up, Bill's family left them in peace and they had a chance to talk. "So what brought you to
town tonight?" Bill asked. "I was hoping to meet my cousin but it didn't work out," Verity said.
"So I saw the signs for the disco and thought it might be fun." "Well, your cousin's loss is my
gain," Bill said politely. "Hey, I didn't know you were a charmer," Verity teased. "I have to ask,
what made you choose me at the disco?" "You looked as bored as me," Verity told him. "Most people
seemed to be enjoying themselves but I'd had enough. I hoped you wouldn't mind leaving." "I'll have
to remember to look bored more often," Bill remarked. "Here try this one, it's Vindaloo." Verity
obediently scooped some up on a piece of poppadom and put it in her mouth. She swallowed and
immediately started coughing, tears running down her face. She grabbed her glass of larger and took
several big gulps. "I take it back, I picked you because you were the most stunningly handsome guy
in the disco," Verity gasped. "You're wonderful, charming, intelligent and good-looking. Just don't
ever feed me something that hot again." "Sorry," Bill grinned, not looking at all repentant. "It's
probably an acquired taste." To prove his point he took a couple of large mouthfuls. Verity giggled
and rolled her eyes. "My hero, I'm so impressed. You were probably raised on this stuff. What was
it called again, Vesuvius?" "No, Vindaloo. Try this one, it's Malayan. Very mild, with bananas and
pineapples in it." "Can I trust you, though?" Verity queried, laughter lurking in her eyes as she
scooped up some of the recommended dish.

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 "Yum, that's really good. At least as far as I can tell
with the few taste buds I still have remaining." "Wimp," Bill said, eating some more of the
Vindaloo. "Now you're just showing off," Verity told him. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but are
you Indian?" "Not on your life, I'm Pakistani, if you don't mind," Bill said with mock indignation.
"Sorry," Verity apologised. "Er, what's the difference between Indians and Pakistanis?" "Pakistanis
are far better at cricket and our Vindaloos are much hotter," Bill said proudly. "Actually, I'm
technically British, seeing as I was born in this country." "I was a bit confused so I thought I'd
ask," Verity explained. "Bill is such a British name but you have those beautiful, big, brown eyes
that are typical of Indian, sorry I mean Pakistani, people." Bill squirmed with embarrassment at
her compliment. The men were supposed to tell the girls that they had beautiful eyes, not the other
way around. "My parents gave us two names, one a traditional Pakistani name and one a traditional
British name. They reckoned that whichever suited each of us the best is the name we would end up
using. In my case, I ended up with everyone calling me Bill." "So what's your other name?" Verity
asked. "How did I know you were going to ask that? It's Naved." "Hmm, I think Bill suits you
better. What's this pink stuff? It's really nice." "That's Chicken Tikka Massala. It's good with
Pilau rice. I can actually make that, you know." "Do you cook for the restaurant?" "No, I'm nowhere
near good enough for that. I'm at University at the moment, studying for an Engineering degree,"
Bill explained. "I come home on a weekend and work as a waiter all Friday night and I work the
early evening shift on a Sunday." "Are you planning to be an engineer of some kind then?" "I don't
really know," Bill confessed with a sigh. "Education is important to my family so they insist that
all their kids go to Uni'. I don't really know what I want to do with myself yet. I'm kind of the
black sheep of the family, I guess." "Well you are a very charming black sheep, if you ask me,"
Verity told him. "Do you want to go and tell my Dad that," Bill suggested. "He's the scary man in
the kitchen, yelling at everyone." "OK, but I'd rather tell him his food is wonderful," Verity
said, scraping the last of the Korma out of the dish with her finger and sucking it into her mouth
blissfully. "There you go, it's the best Saturday night tradition going. Just make sure you've got
plenty of antacids around tomorrow morning. If you're not used to spicy food you might have a bit
of an upset stomach." "I'll bear that in mind. Oh no, look at the time!" Verity exclaimed. "I have
to leave in less than half an hour. How much do I owe for this wonderful meal?" "Put your purse
away," Bill ordered. "You are my guest and the meal is on the house anyway. Do you really have to
be going?" "I'm afraid so," Verity said. "I leave at midnight." "Can I walk you to your car or
train or whatever?" Bill asked. "That would be lovely," Verity said, a smile dispelling the sadness
that had been clouding her face. "I'd love it if you'd walk me to the train station." They headed
out into the cold night. An occasional snowflake was drifting down from the dark sky but the wind
had died down slightly. Verity tucked her hand through Bill's arm and they huddled together as they
walked. All too soon, in Bill's opinion, they reached the train station. "I can't thank you
enough," Verity said. "I've had a fantastic time tonight." "Will you be coming back this way soon
to visit your cousin?" Bill asked hopefully. "Not too soon," Verity said sadly. "I won't be back
until the end of October. You'll have completely forgotten about me by then." "No I won't," Bill
objected. "Besides, I'm sure we can keep in touch in the meantime. There's the phone or even
writing." "Don't say that," Verity protested. "One of us won't write and then the other one will
get upset. Let's just leave things as they are, one perfect night, and not spoil it with promises
we won't keep." "Can't we arrange to meet up in October," Bill asked forlornly. "I'll tell you
what," Verity said. "If you remember, I'll be checked into that hotel right over there on October
31st. If you remember and contact me there, we can spend the whole day together. If not, then at
least no one's feelings will be hurt." "OK, I'll be there," Bill told her. "What time will you
arrive?" "I get here just after midnight and I have twenty-four hours before I have to leave. But
you'll be asleep at that time, I expect. It's actually a Saturday again. We could maybe go for a
curry again," Verity suggested. "After all, you did say it was tradition for a Saturday night."
"All right, it's a date then," Bill said. "There's actually another tradition we have on a Saturday
night. At the end of the night, we like to kiss goodnight." Verity smiled slowly and the tip of her
tongue swiftly passed over her lips. "Sounds like a good tradition to me," she said slightly
breathlessly as he moved closer. Bill wrapped his arms around her, holding her slight body close to
him. Tentatively he lowered his mouth to hers. The first things he felt were her cold lips, then
his tongue delved into warm depths of her mouth. She swayed against him and her arms slid around
his neck. Her tongue glided against his and he felt the sensation in every nerve ending in his
body. His whole body seemed concentrated in his mouth as he continued to kiss her. He dragged the
tip of his tongue across the roof of her mouth and she moaned in response. Their breath mingled and
he tried to imprint the taste and feel and scent of her on his memory. At last he reluctantly
pulled back, planting tiny kisses on first her upper lip, then her lower lip as he slowly let her
go. She trailed a finger gently around his mouth and then stepped away. "I wish you didn't have to
go," Bill whispered. "I wish I didn't have to go, too," Verity admitted. "But I do have to. Thank
you again." She planted a swift kiss on his mouth, then turned and walked swiftly away. She paused
at the end of the corridor to look back, then disappeared around the corner. Bill gave a deep sigh,
then made his way home.

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