" Oh, my pleasure, believe me," I said."You're making this very difficult," she said."Life is hard," I said. The rest of it had been said so many time... before that it just naturally tripped out of my mouth. "And then you die."She blinked and her face went still."I'm sorry. I didn't think. I didn't mean it like it sounded," I said, reflecting on how there is no better way to put a downer on an otherwise nice night than by reminding a woman of her dead husband."I know." She stepped back. "But. He was my god, my best friend, my hero. So here is my story. The rule in our house is that if a door is closed, one must knock before entering. Avery simple rule. I had came in from school that Friday, taken a shower and wrapped a towel around my body and padded to my room. For some reason, probably because I didn't know anyone was home, I left the door open. I stood in the middle of the room, drying my hair and then just dropped the towel to the floor. Suddenly I heard a tiny gasp and turned. I wish my breasts were bigger; they're nice B cups but my nipples are large, dark and responsive. In the summer when I tan, I really like the way the tan lines create a contrast between my lighter colored breasts and dark nipples. Most people would say, or at least I gather by their stares that my ass and legs are my best feature. I am not really tall, but my legs are long for my size and they are nicely shaped, not skinny stick legs. I know I sound like a bitch, but I am a hot Asian chick. I. We just stared at each other, and neither of us wanted to speak, lest we ruin this perfect moment. He reached out to touch my cheek, stroked it with his fingers. I couldnt stop staring at him, my mind was racing with what I had just set in motion. Was I willing to risk it all, to have this passion, this fire, that I had been missing for so long? I guess we should go back to the car, I need to get going., he said. I suppose we should, I have to get going too., I replied. We started back up the.