Sometimes I would become so frightened that I would end up screaming out in sheer terror, and naturally, as soon as the light came on, everything woul... completely disappear. I remember feeling so stupid as I looked around my very normal bedroom and then at my angry mother.Eventually I reasoned that the dark was as much afraid of the light as I was of the dark, and it would quickly slip away in the blink of an eye whenever confronted by the light. I could almost see it as the last bit slid under. They had lived there, the two of them, for a blissful 12 years. Then, once the US Government recognized her mother’s talent for translation, they had been transferred to Washington DC. After humid, beautiful Caracas, DC was cold, gray and tired-looking, and it made Sophia feel cold, gray and tired. She had begged her mother every summer to let her visit Caracas, but her mother couldn’t afford to take time off, and Sophia was too young to go alone. She smiled broader as she pressed her toe into. Emma liked being called sweetie. She liked having someone call her ANY pet name, really.“What’s up?” he asked.“Just wanted to hear your voice ... do you want to come back over after work? With Bruiser, of course,” Emma asked.“Absolutely! I’ll see you about five?” he asked.“Sure! See you then!”Brent showed up, Bruiser under his arm, right on time. His smile was broad and genuine, but he could tell right away that Emma’s was forced.He started to ask what was wrong, but she turned away before he. I must have interrupted ... what? Why was she naked in the kitchen, all alone? Doing the dishes naked, maybe? There's a sponge on the floor here. Hmmm.Wait a minute. I know what this means. She's so fucking horny all the time now that she's naked or masturbating, or both, every chance she gets! Why, Ron only left a few minutes ago; I was watching for his car to drive away so I could arrive after he was gone. She's tearing off her clothes just as soon as she gets the chance! That gets ME so hot!.