A torch for me?

Tommy, my buddy, came to me with a weird grin on his face, and said:

"Guy, don't you know that W has a torch for you?"

"What d'ya mean? "

"It means she has passion of you!"

"Fuck, what are you talking about?"

Tommy kept the ugly smile and started to remind me something. One night we went to a bar near the Trent river. At that bar I grasped W's hand.

"Yes, you are right. But that was just normal behaviour between friends. Moreover, I did that to amuse you guys." I argued.

"It was normal when you held her hand for the first time. But what's abnormal is you held her twice. You know in the second time, I noticed a beam in her eyes. 'Cause W is a conservative lady, and I believe, from then on, she had some feeling of you! "

"Man, when you talked, do you know who I recalled in my mind? " I said quietly.

"Who?"

" Mephistopheles"

"Who is Mephistopheles?"

"You jerker, you don't read Faust. Mephistopheles is the name of the devil who tried to seduce Faust, the saint."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too."

The problem is, after this conversation, I can't stop thinking of what he said. Maybe he talked the partial truth. W cooked for me in midnight, gave some gifts, and even sewed a patch for my jeans.

Oh, It will never be totally true. Because she is a loyal wife and a kind mother, and I have converted to be a righteous man. I will not let it happen. Surely not.