My father asked me the boy's name. I told him that it was Ray Richards. I was surprised to see a smile appear on his face when I told him the name. He...said that he knew the boy. He said he met Ray several times at a friend's home. He said I should pursue a relationship if I wanted. After my daddy left I was so happy I couldn't sleep the rest of the night thinking about Ray and what he might be like.Over the next two weeks I saw Ray in the gym almost every day, but neither he nor his friends. I also got that view, I also opened my eyes wide. I learnt to feel the feeling of something heavenly. I learnt to see a beauty with mind’s eye. I learnt to feel the beauty in the empty blue sky, the beauty in the flow of water, in the sunrise and sunset, in bird’s wings, in little plants, the tinny flowers that bloom at the roadside. I learnt to find out the entire beauty in the warmth of summer, in thirst, in raindrops, in the rhythmic sound of rainfall, in the wetness… …everything. They all. James unclipped my bra like an expert and then placed his fingers in the waist of my panties and pushed them past my hips and to the floor with my skirt. He grabbed my wrists and placed my hand above my head against the glass. He then lifted my left leg and flicked my shirt and panties aside, then he did the same to my right leg. There I was, totally naked, facing the city I grew up in, spread eagle with my hands above my head. It was so erotic. I found myself trembling a bit.James stepped back. I wait patiently at the bottom of the stairs, pacing a little, but content to wait. And when you make your appearance at the top of the stairs, the wait was well worth it. Looking up at you from below only serves to make it seem as if you are as tall as I. Your slim body, one knee bent as you stand there confidently. Your shoulder length red hair holding a face like an angel's in its tender grasp. Your brown eyes, so deep, so warm, looking at me as no one has ever looked at me before.You're.