Free He Stole Her Virginity by Chloe Shakespeare

back to the reception area and waited there. After what seemed like an eternity Emma suddenly appeared being escorted by a different attendant. There was no sign of Kevin. Rachel could tell immediately that Emma had been crying but as soon as she saw Rachel waiting there she grabbed her arm, smiled and said, “Come on, let’s go,” and without saying another word they left the museum. Emma hurried them both along the street only slowing down when they had put a few hundred yards between themselves and the museum. Eventually she came to a stop by the entrance to a small park, she turned to Rachel, hugged her tightly and said, “Thank you for everything. Let’s find a café and I’ll tell you what happened.”
     

 

    A Café In Utrecht: Part 1
    There was no passion:
                 
    A few minutes later they were sitting in a quiet corner of a café looking out on to a well-tended garden and a children’s play area. Emma seemed in good spirits and her eyes, that before had been red from crying, now shone in a way that Rachel had not seen since their teenage years.
     
    “As soon as you left the room,” began Rachel, “Kevin started talking about what he did after the argument with his father. I couldn’t get a word in edgeways for at least twenty minutes and even when I did, it was only for a second or two before he was off again on another long story. When he left his parents house that night with his father still shouting at him he didn’t go to Durham to look for me as he said he would, instead he went back to Oxford. The next day he rang his father to see if he was going to stick by what he had said about not supporting him financially at university or was it just something he had said in anger but not meant. He was told in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t getting another penny from him so he had no choice but to leave university as there was no way he could support himself. To cut a very long story short, one of his tutors helped him get a place on a scientific research team studying volcanoes in Iceland. For ten months he did a lot of the unskilled tedious stuff that had to be done but from that he got an offer of going to Utrecht to become a trainee archivist. The museum trained him and then funded him to get a degree in the history of art or something like that, which he got earlier this year. He has also become fluent in Dutch.”
     
    “But what about you?” asked Rachel, “Did he talk about you and how he felt?”
     
    “For the first half an hour or so he never even mentioned me,” said Emma, “and when he finally did he told me he was really sorry for what he did to me and sorry he had got me pregnant. Apparently he almost came looking for me a couple of times but because he’d been told that I had got rid of the baby and didn’t want to know him anymore he decided against it. In the end he thought it was perhaps best to leave things as they were especially as he believed that I had gone to university and would no doubt be enjoying life there. He said he missed me for the first few months but then with so much to think about in Iceland and having met new people he moved on. He had a number of short-term girl friends but then two years ago at a conference in the museum he met an art teacher called Katrien. They have been together ever since and they are getting married next year.
     
    He was quite shocked when I gave him more details about the effect he had on me and of the years of turmoil I suffered because of him. He talked about how we had some good times together and said he was very sorry for the not so good times and especially for how I felt after he had gone. Then, quite bluntly, he said I had to put things into perspective and remember all of those things happened years ago when we were still at school and what we had was an immature teenage relationship that for him at least, revolved mostly around sex. He said that since being with Katrien he has discovered that real