Crouched on her knees in the corner of the building. I reached down and took her by an arm."You are coming with me. To my place. You need a bath and s...me sleep in a nice warm bed." Why are you doing this? Don't you know what I am? What do you want from me? What, are you some kind of kinky bastard?" Look, even I don't know why I am offering to help you. Lord knows you haven't been very friendly to me. I just can't leave you on the street for Alphonse to find later. Come on. In the morning you. I stood back and looked.“Perfect. Take a look,” I commanded, gesturing towards the full-length mirror.She slowly moved over to the mirror, looked up, then her eyes widened, she blushed deep red, and said, “This is worse than if I went naked.”She was clutching a pair of shorts that were clearly too big for her, and that threatened to fall down at any moment. The ragged bottom edge of the t-shirt seemed to threaten to expose her nipples as well as the bottoms of her tits if she wasn’t extremely. Dressing your hair must have taken the longest, it is perfect. A faux undercut, the effect created by a tight fishbone braid wrapped around one side of your head and pinned to the nape of your neck, while the rest of the hair is free, combed to one side. The moment has passed, you turn toward me, take a deep breath, smiling that winning smile – the same one that called to me back in those days, so long ago, called me from being the main character in my own story to a supporting one in yours. . My eyes followed the curve of her body until I couldn’t see any more beyond the bar. She handed off the beer to a waitress and I noticed she’d cut her hair. I hated it. I smiled at the memory of her loving to use her hair like feathers to tickle me while she explored my body. ‘Lily G,’ I shouted. ‘Get over here and pour me a drink.’ Lily’s head snapped around. The look on her face read that she was ready to fight. When she recognized me her face lit up and she charged over. ‘Oh you.’ She sprang.