."" Bonita will be working with you in a beginner class starting tomorrow." Colin could never remember what he said next, but he was sure that he had mumbled something. Bonita had something special about her that captivated him. He felt absolutely drawn to her, and it was not only because she was pretty. It is always strange how these feelings come from nowhere, he later mused, as if destiny has a hand in it. He had to stop himself from staring at her long black hair, innocent eyes and sensual mouth. She stood up to reveal she was wearing a clean white blouse, dark grey pleated skirt and long black stockings. She wore black schoolgirl shoes that were obviously new. Bonita was evidently a "nice girl." As Colin's father had often advised him, "Have fun with the bad girls, but marry the nice ones," with his concise British tones. Colin robotically offered his hand to the young lady, and felt a charge go through him as her ivory hand touched his . As his father had also said, "When a man falls in love, he stops thinking clearly.""