" There's a reason you haven't. I WOULD let it influence me." Haha."I just looked at her steadily until she got it.Eventually Chloe said, "Huh? You're...not joking?" No I'm not. I WOULD let how a girl cooks pizza influence my relationship with her. If she noticed what toppings I like, got up early, cooked it for me, brought it to school, reheated it, and then gave it to me. In other words, cooked it with care and love. Then, 'Yes', I would let that influence me a great deal."It wasn't easy. The blouse and jacket stop a little above her belly button. She wears tight red miniskirt that goes down to her creamy thighs covered pair of long black thigh high stockings that sit nestled in a pair red stiletto heels. "Pleasure to meet you again Mr. Doe." She says, "I'm Ashley Dumas."You stand there stunned and speechless before this bombshell before you, its takes you a bit to notice that her hand is outstretched. You offer yours and shake her hand, this snaps you back to reality."I'm. As he went in the front she came and sat beside me. We spoke about our school days, old friends, funny moments etc etc…. We were sitting closely but only our hands were touching. Then she started showing her photos in college friends on her iPad. I complimented her that she was looking hot in one of the pics. She thanked me with a cute smile. I was cracking many jokes in the middle and she was enjoying it. Sometimes she laughs falling on my shoulders and her boobs crush on my hands. The bus was. Auntie Helen saw to all of it. This lasted for monthsuntil I finally opened my eyes and looked around me. My mother wasthere by my side. I was even too weak to raise my arms and hug her. Itwas she who took me in her arms and held me close and tight. Now sixyears later I was finally remembering it all and dealing with it like Ishould have long ago.I came aware of my immediate surroundings once again as I felt a handwiping away my silent tears. I opened my eyes and there was Sylviasmiling, but.