I soak it up, like its some kind of d**g, and I can't get enough. I stare at your face, hoping that I can memorize its shape, the colors, every single...hue.. Maybe, just maybe, I can call upon them, after you are through with our latest rendezvous and feel not so alone. The addict, grasping at crumbs of her only smack.. The scabs all healed, now scars, can't even open them and feel the sweet kiss of my last pain from you.. The world around me vivid and full of colors I don't want. She returned to the couch on her hands and knees, then pulled her jumper up, fully exposing her now bare bottom.She picked up her phone and positioned it between her shoulder and her ear."OK, Dad, I'm ready. "Yes, they're off. Yes, all the way. They're on the floor next to the couch. Yes, it's pulled up completely. I'm bent over on the couch and my butt is sticking up in the air. Should I start now? OK, I'll have to set the phone down."Britney did as she said, setting the phone on the couch. So familiar, like I'd known him before. Of course, some of this might have had to do with the physical attraction I felt for him also. His piercing, sex-filled eyes burning back into mine did nothing to deter the innate draw that he seemed to hold for me. When I left, with assurances that the internship was mine, I tried my best to shake that odd feeling that I'd had, and managed to, for the most part-until I started the internship 2 weeks later.I showed up for the first day as eager as ever to. "John and I have just talked about that. Not only dowe forgive you for your words the other week, we want to give you thispainting. We feel it is the right thing to do." Oh my," the pastor said, actually starting to cry. "It is too much. Idon't know where ... yes, I do know where it should be placed. Rachael,could you run out and get Gary to come in from the car?" Rachael hurriedout, listening to the sobbing pastor mumble his thanks over and overagain.Gary came in, and the pastor showed him the.