" Her mood seemed to lighten slightly and she said," Isn't that treating me like an immature child. I'm sixteen; I know what I want. I want you. Don't...worry, I don't want you as a replacement mother, I want you physically, sexually. You turn me on like I've never felt before, even with boys. I'm not a virgin, but men don't do anything for me, but you do!" I smiled again and said," I'm flattered that a beautiful young woman like you could find someone old and fat like me attractive. But I need. My life stopped right then. This girl was beautiful. A picture of her coochie flashed, but that wasn't where she was such a pretty. I could feel her in my soul, in my heart."Jeannie," I began, but couldn't continue, her soft eyes stopped me."Thanks, Cuz," she said, her eyes dancing. "You saved me."She's different, I thought, from last summer. Not a giggly girl with the attention span of a gnat. There's something strong in her now. During my year away, in California, something had brought about. I was sitting in her living room waiting for Kim to get ready for our regular Saturday night date. I picked up a magazine off the coffee table and realized it was a woman's magazine. I almost put it down when I noticed the banner across the top highlighting a feature article on how to "Spice up your sex life." I opened the magazine to the page indicated and scanned the article. On the second page it summarized the points it had made in the body of the story, and I quickly looked over them. One. The bedroom door opened and I gasped at what I saw. My beautiful wife stood there in what I can only describe as a micro dress - white, very short, plunging neckline and shoulder straps. She carried her shoes in one hand and her bra in the other. Her hair was all over, heavy mascara circled her eyes and bright red lipstick was smudged across her cheeks.She could barely walk as I jumped up and moved to her."Oh my god! What's happened?"She burst into tears and sobbed, "Steve, I'm so sorry! I.