The Driller

Young love

I was young,Abbas was younger and still in college, Fortunately or unfortunately I was posted to his college as their school nurse.A boys boarding school.

Alas!Why walk when you can dance? And why sit when you can stand? And do you need a reason to dance, or can you simply dance for no reason at all?. walking gets too boring when you learn to fly.

From the moment I met him. there was never any doubt in my mind that I was going to be suspended from the job. firstly because he was irresistible,I can't recall any vivid images not even the fire of love and passion that was about to consume much, it was wrong, he was younger and in college, I was 5yrs older than him and to make matters worse I was the junior school nurse at his college

But all I felt was the overwhelming need to protect myself and all that was mine ,

Abbas was blessed with the kind of cuteness that I had only dreamt about. Not too tall, with curly hair, he was a mixed race of Asian and African very demour

I was nursing the pain love I had lost, I had just broken up with my boyfriend , And what right did I have to that love ,am a woman, I have known pain of loss , I have been hurt by love and I have suffered for it.

But I know now that I have that I have never experienced anything like the love I felt for Abass. It was a love that not only bridged the gulf of class, the gulf of race( He is Asian I am

African), the gulf of age..

A love of that depth and strength extracted its own price. My job was in jeopardy.i was later expelled for dating a student. and I don't regret because it was a love so pure