Parsons wore a robe, her hair was unkempt, and she smelled, faintly, of alcohol. When she spoke, any doubts I might have entertained about her drinkin... were quickly vanquished."Forgive my appearance, Kenny. Tell me what you need from me." I noticed the redness of her eyes, and the uneven tone of her complexion. She looked older, unrested, and very vulnerable. I felt bad about forcing her to reveal this part of her condition to me. I could see that she was none too happy to be placed in this. She pulled herself closer to him, missing the solid feel of him and the smell of his skin. He always smelled fresh from the shower, always crisp and refreshed. Even his blue button up shirt was crisp. She pulled back to kiss him, meeting his lips softly but breathing the last three weeks into him, hands on his slightly scruffed jaw line. Unintentionally, a low groan escaped his throat, pulling her tighter and kissing her harder. He opened her mouth with his and deepened their kiss, letting. From the i left her place I did not call her, and neither did she, so I thought this was a perfect one night stand, but once when we returned to work, at our immediate glance we were talking through our eyes and we were like lovers. Going for breaks, dinner lunch and everything was together.It was more like we were starting a relationship after we had some love making. I was not expecting this relationship and neither did I expect my parents would go out of town. I am the only son, and saw this. I’ve been with him ever since. I do what he likes. I do what he wants. I like it, but I sometimes wonder what else there is. I see pornography sometimes, sometimes by accident, sometimes accident-on-purpose, and it excites me a little. And I want to try new things.”As she speaks a man walks through frame between the camera and her, with a Boxer dog on a leash, and heads away into the park. Bismah’s eyes follow him for a second.And why does this turn you on?“I never even knew this was real until.