The air was thick with anticipation, I could feel our souls being drawn toward one another. I leaned toward her, taking her in my arms, wrapping mysel... around her. I didn’t kiss her lips, but her cheek near her ear lobe. I kissed her neck and felt her melt into me. I nuzzled her neck, feeling filled with joy. I had painted her so many times, but I had never been able to touch her like this, to capture her in this way. She was like smoke in my arms, like a dream only I knew this was real. I had. Alone at home, hardly any friends.I heard the diagnosis: 'Autistic' and 'Depressed'. She got on Facebook. Few years later on here as well.I've known loads of profiles of teens, pretending to be 18. I do not disclose at which age some started.I cut a long story short. She consulted me a lot. mostly about Wednesdays weekly visits to 'her prettiest'.I saw some photos of BOOBY blonde 'Joy' in Dutch Playboy. In theory a teacher. In practise part-time 'ho'.I got on Skype at Aless's wishes. She sent. ” he begged.“Ok sir, I will come by for a few minutes, I promise.” I said.Ashley must have been in her bedroom while I was on the phone with Courtney’s Dad, she walked up to my door almost as soon as I had hung up the phone.“Who was that?” she asked.“Mr. Timmons, he asked me to stop over at his house tomorrow night for his Christmas Eve party.” I replied.“Oh ... You’re thinking of going?” she inquired.“I promised him I would stop by for a few minutes. He still calls me at least once a month at. It’s the same old rat race as they say. Go to work, get home - eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat sleep - poof! The weeks go by like seconds.So when I was filing through my old emails - incredibly boring task - I came across his. “Feel Sexy Today” was the subject. Honestly I hadn’t read the whole thing because it was kind of long but today that’s exactly what I wanted. I want it all the time but today - the combination of desire for sexiness, and the funk of boredom, it was the perfect idea. .