1) No, don't stop until he has his plan to get Ria back

Her purple lipstick turned to sour grapes from tasting my rejection, I leaned away while her manicured finger nails fell to her side disappointed.

"I'm sorry Disha - - I can't..." I started explaining as I paced a few steps back, at least until I realized that I really should be running instead. Abbas entered to the sound of an opening retail door ding, which sent me to the races. Before he was within line of sight, I had already bolted across to the side door and out to the back yard. Almost stumbling over the alleyway garage cans, I made my getaway out to the back street where I found the world outside unusually quiet.

Overcast skies ignored my presence as I ran and ran some more, my lungs stung swallowing the cold air.

Eventually, I slowed down to a hurried walk, the feeling of being lost permeated the humid air around me. "What am I going to do?" I asked myself, plunking down on the first wooden bench in sight to take a load off my legs. But it was the load off my mind that I needed -- Ria.

God, I wanted her for so long. As I sat on the wooden bench, thoughts flooded my mind. They were all mixed together, brief images of her growing up with me and Rachael, always the youngest one in our group of friends. The most innocent.

My first memory of her was at the Patel's place. They always invited new tenants of this smaller apartment complex to their unit for dinner, a lovely neighborly gesture. She was helping her mom cook, a single thread of hair moved ever so slightly as she stirred the sauce while Disha dropping in thin cut strips of red bell pepper. I looked on at her soft face for a moment and remember exactly when her eyes locked with mine.

The next memory flashed and those big brown eyes closed tightly now, in fear. Angry rock music blared as we all got squished together by the raucous crowd. I had convinced Ria to come with me to her first local rock concert and she hated every second of it.

But I protected her - my arms out around her from behind, trying to shove away the crowd and guard her.

While Ria may not have been interested then, I can still remember how each brush of her body felt against mine that night. It was like I'd be thinking about it ever since.

The last new memory boiled up, a movie night - some forgettable film from the video store. Ria and I shared a blanket on the couch while Mom was fast asleep on the recliner chair. The darkness lit up by a single dim screen. The whispering into each others ears. The secret touching of hands, flirting with pursed lips. The gulp that swallowed my throat as we first touched.

It had been so many years, memories I had never looked back on until now seemed to wash over me without control.

I can't let her go. The plan was clear in my mind, handed down right from the divine. I had to get her pregnant for certain this time. It would be the only way, the arranged marriage would be off for good and her parents would have to let me accept responsibility even if they didn't love the idea of a non-Muslim man marrying her. I just needed a few things... first, a window of time to distract Abbas and have Ria alone. Then, I needed a sure bet in that brief time, where I could be certain I would get Ria pregnant, even after she was just **** to take birth control.

My mind quickly thought of the right tools for the job. Chemistry! Well, there might have been other ways of doing this, but when you're a hammer - everything looks like a nail. If I could only sneak into my old high school's chemistry lab I could easily get everything I needed for a modified batch of my magical Axe spray as well as the basis for another concoction I would need for Ria.

I roughly estimated with all the right tools, it would take me about 10 days to prepare everything I needed. My body was drained from last night and I wouldn't need long before I've got my own fresh batch of seed ready for her... but I might only have one chance at this. Its got to be my biggest, built up orgasm I could have to seal the deal for sure.

I thought to myself... if I went 10 days of wanking and always stopping at the edge of climax - By the time I get to my girlfriend, I would be a ticking time bomb ready for her. The biggest batch my body could produce.

That would be my goal then - get the chemicals and get to work on the biggest edging experience of my life.

But then again... I thought, why stick to the same old boring porn when I have plenty of Axe spray left?

I suddenly noticed from my position sitting on that park bench, the dozens of women all out for a jog. The grey skies had opened into a light blue tone reminding me that the sun shined down. A perfect light for jogging pants so right, and befitting such perfect asses.

I could have Ria for the rest of my life soon... this might be my last chance to have a guilt free fling, or a few.. or a dozen! BUT... only if I was capable of stopping before I came. And I didn't trust myself in that department at all.

Plus, my voice reminded me that its Ria I really need. Its not the time to get distracted, its time to make action.

Reason told me, get heading to highschool lab first and handle as it comes.