As her husband was in marketing he wasn’t usually home. I used to walk with her to school as it was on the road to my college. During those walks we...used to talk a lot, our chatting soon turned flirt. I felt as if she wanted to feel young. I felt this love towards her, this attraction.Soon I used to praise her looks, tell her about the dress or colors she should wear much. I told her openly that she shouldn’t hide her beauty. She used to hear them with a smile and used to thank me lovingly.. “Come in, Dave,” she said. “It’s too bloody cold to stand out there.”She led me through to the kitchen where fresh coffee was brewing and poured me a cup. We sat at the table and she examined the labels on the presents.“You can open them before as you’re going away,” I said. She grinned at me and placed her beautifully manicured hand on mine.“Don’t worry, love,” she said. “I’ll probably open them when you leave.”She laughed and her kimono slipped showing a lot of breast. I was transfixed. . You're so elegant. You're so fashionable. Those were the words that Sally needed to hear. On hearing them, she would feel satisfaction for the barest fraction of a second before the emptiness swallowed it whole. Unfortunately, it would leave her even more dissatisfied for having felt that fleeting sensation of satisfaction. The merest hint of disapproval would tear open the void and make the hunger a thousand times worse.The need to hear praise was sad enough, but it was made worse in the sense. Thanks!Full Disclosure: This is a set of fantasies. Fantasy characters do things that are immoral, damaging, illegal, and (in some cases) impossible. This is a fantasy world that happens to look a lot like our world. For example, there are no sexually transmitted diseases, and the consequences incest and young sex tend to the pleasurable rather than the punitive or putrescent. In the real world these are among the most damaging perversions—abuses of power and breeches of trust. Don't confuse.