It was a carefully crafted symphony in his hands. There had been pain, wounded pride, bruised skin, broken shards of a life falling to the floor, befo...e she reached for him, before her hands had given him back life. So he honoured her, cherished her, served her with the very core of his being. Her mood was exuberant today, seductive in its joy, pure Rachmaninoff without the taste of darker desires coloured in by Puccini. He was more than willing to oblige that joy, answer that temptation with. He could see the pleasure in my face in the mirror, my head cocked to one side, eyes closed, just taking in the fantastic feelings that were running through my body. I could feel him slowly getting deeper inside me. I turned my head to face him as best I could, and we tried to kiss, our tongues flicking over each other’s. That was good, but I wanted him properly. I had to have him properly. I pulled away from him, turned around and told him to lie on the bed. Finally, I could see just how big. That's when my next fortuitous moment wandered down the road, literally. Chapter 2It was a typical June day –hot and sticky. It was a little after 10 a.m. and I had grabbed a cup of coffee and was sitting on the rocker on the front porch, enjoying the little bit of breeze that was wafting by. Down the road in front of me walked two girls, probably in their mid or late teens. As they came into view they were holding hands, but it was obvious they were exhausted, dirty, and from the looks of. "There's that beautiful face," Maya said with a smile of her own. That, Skye always thought, easily brightened the room. Skye sighed, leaning her head on Maya's shoulder. Maya replied with an arm around her. "You know you're beautiful, right?" said Maya. Skye chuckled dryly. "You're just saying that to cheer me up." "No, I'm serious," Maya insisted. "Look at you: hot pink hair that shines while dangling in your shoulders, those pretty green eyes, and that dress looks great on you." The last.