‘With her I’m alive. She brings joy to my days that I never realized I lacked until I met her. I think before I just went through life without thi...king about it.’ ‘You deserve it. I don’t pretend to know much about your other life, but I can guess it wasn’t pretty. Now it’s time for some good things to happen and it looks like she’s the one to do that for you.’ ‘This is forever for me. I’m not letting her go,’ Seth replied. ‘Good. Now about dinner …’ Seth chuckled and nodded. He liked Jessie,. With those vibrant magical sticks she could create new worlds where Sara didn't have to hide at all. In her colored pictures, Sara was a beautiful little girl, who played outside and had lots of friends and a Daddy who loved her. Each day she made new masterpieces that absolutely astounded her mother. Not even school age yet, and obviously she was a gifted artist.Crayons became Sara's best friend and one that could go with her places that her dress and dolly couldn't go, because about four. After showering and brushing my teeth I returned to the bedroom. My mental picture of the bra, panties, tights and tacky supermarket uniform were all crystal clear before Sarah picked them from her closet and the drawers of her dresser. I, we, sat and the hair dryer and brush was used on the damp, towel dried hair. I watched through her eyes in the mirror as she did this, and then thinly apply makeup. I was learning the traits of being a female, learning the routine that this girl followed.. . um . . . well . . . it’s more like going to heaven. My God, that girl loves to munch the rug.’ ‘Munch the rug?’ ‘Yeah, you know—beaver dinner, box lunch at the Y, tuna taco, bearded clam—’ ‘Okay, okay, I get it. Next time let me watch. That’s an order.’ ‘Only if you promise not to jerk off like you did that other time you watched. That’s so rude.’ ‘Rude?’ ‘To waste that nutritional stuff. I would have taken care of your deposit. I mean, you are Captain America. Anyway, Lillian had her tongue.