"That must be Tony." I picked up my suit case and Nancy got my camera bag and the light kit and I smiled a kind of inane smile over at whomever it was...and followed Nancy's wet tail over to the screen door and into the shady privacy of our living room where my gear just got dumped on our way to the bedroom. As far a long slow afternoon of sensual delight fantasies went, well, they went in a hot rush of 'just fuck me now' urgency from three weeks on the road and missing the hell out of her. About. She had tan skin and a head full of thick brown hair streaked with lighter tones. It was always flared around her head as if she’d been holding her head out the car window. At just under four feet tall, the top of her head came up only to his nipples, but from a distance he could almost pretend she was a full sized woman instead of a c***d. Slender, shapely legs and curved hips, unusual for her age, and the only thing missing were breasts. And, he assumed, pubic hair. No, she was definitely a. I'm at a loss for words as I stare back at her. I just tell her I wish there was something I could do to help and I genuinely mean it. Now the tears are flowing freely and I put my hand on her shoulder meaning to comfort her. It seems to help a little bit, but then without warning she throws her arms around me sobbing. Not knowing what else to do, I hold her and tell her that it will be okay and that somehow everything will work out. This seems to calm her down and I let her go but she keeps. ."Do you wanna have dinner with me after work?" She paused...she didn't look at me when she said "I can't get with you!" I, shocked, but determined "Why? What's all the flirting for?" She finally confessed "I have someone , we've been together for ten years." At first, I was going to leave it alone. But I couldn't. Maybe it was ego. Maybe I'm an asshole who needs to get off when he sees someone he wants. Or, maybe it was a legitimate spark, "We can be friends," I pleaded. She shook her head no,.