I went to my bed eagerly awaiting her arousing stare, and like clockwork when I wasn’t looking at the corner of my room she appeared there. I wanted...to say something but I just couldn’t make a sound, I looked at my lamp, reached over and turned on the light.The room was well lit, the being who had watched me for 15 years was even more beautiful in the light, I could see her markings well enough now to picture what was under her black suit, but she continued to stand and stare at me. I sat up. I groaned, how did she get me into these things anyway?"Well I reckon that would be persuasive." Charlie looked at me, waiting.I looked down at his trunks and waited. When his hand moved to the draw string I unhooked the back of my suit, an old cast off of Cleo's. What the hell, it barely fit anyway just covering my nipples and it offered no support. He slid the trunks down till they fell at his feet. I untied the strings at my neck and laid the top over Cleo's. He picked his trunks up and. They're looking far and wide for bands to come in and play, and they're willing to pay top dollar, since there will be a lot of out-of-town folks around. I know it would be a long trip for you, but if you like, my friend has contact information for a few of these places."I was immediately interested, but I couldn't resist teasing my mom a little. "Wow, Mom. You've become quite the expert on weekend night life." This drew a laugh from my mother. I went on, "This definitely sounds like something. Maybe not as high as me, but close. Her laugh was like bells or… or angel songs, or… fuck, I don’t know. All I know is that it made me want to kiss her even more. “Come on, beautiful.” She smiled at me, and the spell was complete. She’d called me beautiful. Right then, right there, I was in love with this girl. I wanted her in the worst way. Fingers laced, me holding onto her hand like a life-line, we threaded though faceless bodies, my trust in her fully committed, wondering if there was a.