There was a mirrorin the room - looking at it, I saw myself for the very first time.I was a stunningly beautiful woman - long black hair - dark as mid...ight,and two strands of that hair hung down my face in lovely curves. I wasJapanese - no doubt about that - and ever so lovely. The white dress Iwas wearing was elegant, long, lovely, and draped over me so wonderfully.Diamond-like sparkles flashed from every inch of the dress with everymove I made - reflections of the candle I had just. I wish my sister was..."There was no way I could bear this. I was going to die again from sorrow. All we could do was cry together. They'd had time. They had distance. To me it was yesterday. How could Lexi die?It was an easy solution. I could stop the nightmares. I just wouldn't sleep.Courtney delivered the textbooks I asked for. She limped slightly."You'll still play with my bottom, won't you, Brian?" she whispered. "They said it was just a little dimple. It's tender now. But it will be. Like any other boy my age I spend a great deal of my time thinking aboutgirls. I think about blonde girls and brunette girls, about short girlsand tall girls, about busty girls and willowy girls. But most ofall...I think about Tara.Tara wasn't exactly a girl though. In fact Tara was the 27 year oldwoman who lived in the house across the street from mine. She wasextremely sexy, the object of most of my fantasies and wet dreams. Butin spite of how much I thought about her, I was realistic. Her face flushed a deep shade of red. ‘Ready to go again?’ he smiled languorously. She bit her lip to lock the sound inside. She wouldn’t shame herself further by letting him think he had given her some pleasure. ‘I think you should go’ she said abruptly. ‘It should never have happened’, her bottom lip was quivering as she spoke the words. ‘Yeah, but it did’ he said with slow deliberation, lazily reaching out to stroke her hip. ‘I don’t think you’re in the position to be making decisions-you.