You think back to how it started on that fated day nine years ago, remembering it as if it happend yesterday.You had just arrived home from playing wi...h your friends on the street. Your family home wasn't that big, just a standard small house in a small town, a barn to the side and a small farm at the back. As you entered a faint beam of sunlight shone through a small creak in the roof, seems one of the planks had a small gap. An odd smell filled your nose, a mixture of soup and metal, that of. So I asked my father, why I wanted to see you and why I wanted you to see me. He knew, he always knows, but he didn’t tell me anything at that point. You and I were far too young I suppose. But he did allow me to let you see me. That was when you were three. By the time he explained to me why we were somehow attracted to each other, you were with Scott.”“But you look the same age now as you did, way back then, when I was three. And even now you look younger than me! How old are you, exactly?”He. I just stood there staring at her, my body reacting ofits own accord."Well, are you getting in?" she called as she climbed over the edge andinto the water.I sat down and removed the boots and set them aside. Finally I decided Ididn't want these nice new clothes getting wet or dirty so I would haveto leave them here. So I stripped off the skirt and folded it neatlyover the back of the chair, then the blouse and camisole draped over thetop. Finally I pealed the pantyhose off and dropped them in a. Stephan sat on his bed while I grabbed a chair."I've been thinking a lot about what you said and just then saw the looks Iget," Stephan said."Did I hurt your feelings?" I asked. "I was brutally honest." A little bit," he shrugged his shoulders. "Do you think I need to takedown a few of the stuff on my walls?" That's a good start. You can leave a few you really like such as the hotfireman calendar and the more artistic ones but the others should be storedaway for now," I suggested."I do like the.