I know how you love pizza, so why don't we go down to Mario's and I'll treat you to a pizza," he said."Okay, Daddy. Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?" s...e asked."Of course I do honey," he said, without even thinking about it.Heather crawled up in his lap and looked him straight in the eyes. "No, Daddy I mean it. Do you think I'm pretty?" she repeated the question.He reached up and put his hand on her shoulder. "Honey I think you are very pretty. You have your mother's eyes and her beautiful. I hate the smell. But today the smell is worse then ever. I will never forget this day and this smell. I try to explain to the nurse what happened. The first nurse pushes the door open and walks over to the nurse that is asking me some questions and whispers something in her ear. She looks at Nick and I and slides down the desk to a phone. I watch as she dials 911. I cannot hear what she is saying. But I know she is calling the police for Shelly. She finishes asking me questions that I could. On the drive over thoughts of my lover raced through my mind. His smell, his taste, his touch… I entered the room and closed the door. The soft fabric felt like hands softly caressing my body as I slowly brought it up and over my head. He had never left my mind. As I lay there with the heat of the lamps and the air of the fan it made me aware of every inch of my body. My hands wandering up and down until I was startled back to reality by the sound of the bed turning off. I quickly dressed and. Maybe her eyes will sparkle, and her lips open in joy at the sight. I sit beside her and take her into my arms, ever so softly, cuddling her like a child. I get the shakes at the very touch of her skin, it is so soft and smooth, like that of a baby. It strikes me as a bolt of lightning to the core of my being, that touch. What can I say, we men are designed from the atomic level up to love you, to want you, to die if we can't have you. The taste of a woman is a part of the feel of her. Lips.