Stockinged feet on the stairs, stepping over the creaking step. At the top landing, I turn, your room ahead.My hand on the cool brass handle, twisting...gently. The door ajar, I hear the sounds of you sleeping. The room dark, a streetlight bathes the room in a soft, yellow sodium haze. I strip, quickly, my clothes discarded by the chair, no motivation to fold them neatly as my gaze is upon you.Naked. Your black hair corkscrews around your face, framing your elfin features. Lying on your side,. As far as I went. I had always been tall and slim with a package that Janice would swear was getting thicker each time she saw it. Although, this was just to bolster my confidence I’m sure. My hair was starting to thin a little bit but I still had enough to warrant regular trips to the barbers to keep it from becoming long and messy. At the moment it was nearly at my shoulders and from all the time I was spending out of the office.It was the middle of October when I found myself at my home desk. ' There'd been no tears - she merely climbed into her 'van and set off with the others for Iberica. Clonagh, on the other hand, sobbed uncontrollably. The two of them had grown quite close during the trip down to the White Mountains. It was, perhaps, the hardest thing to watch her go - she'd become like a daughter.Towards the 15 click mark, the army began to deploy to their positions. By rights, they should be safely out of range of any artillery from West Floral. The plan was to fan out and. Her eyes were smoky, her hairs were perfectly straight, her face was glowing.She had turned much slimmer and the curves of her body could be easily visible. She was always beautiful but this time hot too. Her height was an addition to her hotness because I liked tall girls a lot. Coming back to the moment, we hugged each other.We talked about how both of us have changed and also how beautiful were those days when I would go to Itarsi. She told me that she left home to pursue BCom from Pune and.