"I know," she giggled, "that's what Simon always says." The mention of her boyfriend caused me a momentary doubt, but ignoring the niggling voice in t...e back of my head, I stared at the photo again. Not only did she ooze sex appeal, but she also possessed a beauty from within and obviously had no inhibitions. That’s something guaranteed to get my motor running. Then another thought crossed my mind. Was she shaven, trimmed or did she go natural? The photo gave no clues and my curiosity grew: I. A round tan weave rug land along the floor leading to the stairs. A coat rack to the right where they hung their jackets. Every piece of furnisher look to be made of wood. They step inside and he comes around behind her and ties a red silk blindfold around her eyes. She wonders what is going on, he said, ‘trust me’. He takes her by the hand and leads her up the stairs. Each step creaks as they walk up the aged oak staircase. As they top the steps her excitement built. They continued walking. Grabbing the shower gel he walked back into the bathroom, pulling his bedroom door shut he stepped towards the shower. Passing his mom's bedroom door he realised it was slightly open. Glancing through the partially open doorway he stopped in wonder. His mom was lying naked on the bed; her eyes were closed a dreamy look on her face. As he watched one hand moved up to cup and massage her breasts, while the other slid down over her stomach to slide between her thighs. As he stood watching his mom. " It made no impression on her. I let the silence build."Why?" I asked as gently as I could. "Why'd you do it, Laura? I loved you more than life itself... and you ripped the soul right out of me. There's a big empty place inside me now, Laura, and I can't even begin to fill it until I know why you did this... thing." She only shook her head and let a river of tears flow down her cheeks.I saw she hadn't worn any makeup. She'd probably anticipated the tears. She was still beautiful, perhaps more.