No trace of the day’s trials and tribulations remain, only on the cotton wool in the waste paper basket. After a time she stirs in the silence of a ...pell. Then she breathes, but the cool, cotton sheets have given way to gardens, where roses breathe poems. She idly reflects over the sweet, sonnets of scent, as above her, the leaves swirl like green hearts in the gentle summer breeze. The sun’s caresses inflame her bare skin, but the cruel breeze sighs: “Is it enough?” As her eyes drop to the. Everyone except me, that is.Maybe I should tell you a bit more about myself. You see, I’m the stereotypical geek; I’m about forty pounds overweight, wear reasonably thick glasses, and my favourite hobby is sitting in a room, playing Dungeons and Dragons. Thankfully, I’m not a virgin (Even I managed to lose that at university!), but I have no girlfriend, and because I definitely don’t look very attractive, I’ve kind of thrown myself into my work. In fact, I think the only people who’ve seen me. That doesn't even mean that you have to stop fucking others, just let me be one of them, and maybe a bit more." Oh, Tommy darling, that is so sweet of you. You really won't mind?" Well, I'd like you to stop fucking Dad's friends and employees. Just think what will happen if somehow Dad finds out. It can be very humiliating for him. When you need a grown up man you can do Marla's dad or Jimmy's. I know they fuck other women too. Bobby and I watched his mother with Marla's dad, and Jimmy told us. "God damn, girl!" he exclaimed. "You get more beautiful every time I see you."I grinned up at him and dipped a knee in a small curtsy. "Thank you, Grandpa."He spun me around and marched me onto the court, where the other men were waiting patiently. "Here she is, guys, just as I promised. Did I lie? Is she not the most beautiful girl that ever lived?"I felt my face getting warm as I blushed from all the attention, as the three nodded in obvious approval.Then, the one that I later found was.