He couldn't stop from looking. All of my curves, exposed right in frontof him. His eyes roamed over my naked flesh, taking in everything hecould, his ...ntire focus on me and forgetting about whatever it mighthave been he needed the other me for. And I realized he wasn't lookingat Clay, his roommate of two years, the guy he met in his first year ofcollege-level English, the guy who parked in the driveway on his day."You're beautiful," he said, and straightened himself up, looking me inthe eye.. Diary, This afternoon while Dad was out running errands, Mom came to my door and was about to knock but saw the door open and me reading on my bed in my usual lack of clothing there.“Come in, Mom.”“You weren’t kidding about being naked in your room.”“Nope.”“And your door is open; anyone could have seen you.”“Really, Mom? Not only is there no one here but you and me, I know what Dad sounds like on his way up the stairs and I could easily close the door before he got to it.”“Or, are you hoping. What would have happened if I’d been dropped into the middle of the school year? I had no idea what classes I’d had when I was however young I was now — I didn’t even know what school I was going to! I remembered getting shuffled between three different schools in the time, just over 16 months, that we’d lived in this trailer but I couldn’t for the life of me remember anything about them. I decided I needed to do some recon work, so I headed down the hill to the rec building.A quick look at the. I stood in the shower water streaming down my head and through my hair, eyes shut, when I felt his presence. He had entered silently, one moment I was alone, water cascading down me, and the next there was a charged feeling in the air. My eyes slowly opened up to meet his staring down at me, the intensity instantly raising my heart rate. No matter how much we made-love, we could not get enough, never enough. The appetite I had for him was boundless and without consciously being aware my arms.