Long legged, perky busted, co-eds, in short a young man's dream. Helen, he thought to himself, her name was Helen, I'll welcome her home a bit later.... Someone came out of the house to help her get all of her things in, Stanley smiled again, the Maid, he thought, and checked his clock, she'd be leaving for home soon, humming the Looney Toon's song Stan prepared for his afternoon delight. Quickly he moved his telescope in front of the window and adjusted it's height so he could sit in his. One Saturday evening, three months into our relationship, we were sitting together on the green leather love-seat in her spare room, where she had her television, VCR, stereo, and computer. She was snuggled up to me and, as we watched Jimmy Stewart walk down the lane with Harvey, she asked, "Do you ever have fantasies about me?" Since the day I met you," I admitted, feeling my cheeks grow warm; I could not recall the last time I had blushed. "Do you have them about me?" Yeah." She sat up and. Each scar had a story, though there were a few he couldn’t even remember, and I delighted in learning them. Some were hilarious – shenanigans he got up to with fellow templar initiates, or as a child in Redcliffe before Isolde made his life miserable – and some gave evidence of his dedication as a Warden; some were sad and made me mourn for the childhood he should have had if his guardian had had even a shred of decency. The two, almost invisible lines across his back from a lashing had tears. I asked the girl if she wanted to shower before I drove her home but she asked if she could have a bath instead. I brought her back a fresh towel and she asked me to stay and talk to her while she bathed. I sat on the floor next to her and washed her hair. She told me she didn't want to go home and asked if she could spend the night with me. I helped her out of the bath, dried her off and carried her back to my bed. I knew she must have been exhausted so I gave her one of my t shirts to.