”She was right. I could imagine the difference if I’d filled the frame with more of my sister and less of the pickled oak.“Sometimes the backgro...nd is important,” Melissa went on. “Like this picture here, you still have her head in the center, but now there’s a sunset in the back. Never mind that she’s too dark, for now. But still, you have her head in front of the sunset, so if you’d gotten down lower, on your knees say, you could’ve gotten more of her in the frame, but still keeping the same. It wasn’t fair. I had just survived a car accident and we were madly in love. We wanted to have kids. She…was murdered. A drug addict asked her for money one night after she got off work but she refused. Instead she offered to help him. She told him that he should turn his life around. He shot her. Her friend saw when it happened and immediately called the police and an ambulance. I was lucky enough to see her alive one last time. She told me to hold her and to kiss her one more time. I cried. Harriett always told us how handy you were, when Anna was growing up."Handy? "Me?" Harriett paid me a compliment?"You'll help MB, won't you?" Her voice was pleading, oozing with honey.A young woman whose costume falls apart? Possible trouble, but her mother was asking. "Sure." Great! I knew I could count on you. She's on her way over-"The doorbell rang."Was that yours? I'll let you answer it, its probably MB. I told her to co-operate and not to make things hard for you. Take good care of her,. “Yes,” I replied. He nervously rolled his skateboard under his left foot.“Do you skate?” he asked.“Oh yeah,” I replied, “but not in these heels.”He rolled his skateboard in my direction. “Show me,” he said.I slipped off my heels and hopped down off the table. I looked down at his crotch and smiled. He had a raging hard-on. I placed my barefoot on his board and took off. There was no hiding the fact that I was not wearing any panties, as my short skirt flapped in the breeze. I really didn’t.