She waited for him to notice her. He on the other hand remained friendly but emotionally detached. She made excuses to be around him, often taking up ...itchen duties on the same nights as he so she could spend time with him. One afternoon she snuck into his bedroom, pillow in hand and, unbeknown to him, exchanged her pillow with his so she could sleep on something belonging to him. She wanted his acceptance and to belong to him so badly: but as a result the reality was that she drove him stark. "Howdy stranger," she said as she stood with her hands on her hips a few feet in front of his tiny table. Her face was amazing- smooth shiny skin, light make-up and a brilliant smile. Her hazel eyes burned into his soul with a fire and intensity that melted through his growing numbness. She was at most 5 feet tall. Her shoulder-length, light colored hair, hung loose about her shoulders in seamlessly never-ending spiraled curls. She wore a white t-shirt, cut tight to her taught bosom, with a. Her help was more than anyone else ever did except for James, who continued to keep him on the payroll despite his usual grumpy nature. ‘She’s my sister. I work for… Mr. Ewart.’ She had caught herself just in time. To have referred to him as ‘James’ would have created a new set of problems for him, ones he didn’t deserve, not now, not ever. Her thoughts about him had changed so much since they first met. It was inevitable, now that she thought about it. He was more than just an employer, he was. ” and she got up finished drying her wet body and began to get dressed, her lustrous curves made me quiver with emotion mixed with joy and lust. Her skin was beautiful, not in the sense of sexuality although she certainly was gifted with that trait. It was as if he skin glowed in the tanness of itself. I went to my dresser and took some clothes out, and dressed we were both finished dressing and she look beautiful with her hair up in a ponytail, her jeans, and white shirt which displayed her.