About ten minutes later he pulled onto his driveway, opened the garage and parked his car. Before turning it off he listened to the end of Ultravox’... hit “Dancing with Tears in my Eye’s,” He was hoping the next song played would be something he wanted to listen to. If it was it would buy him a few more minutes before having to deal with his daughter. Instead of something good “This Corrosion” from The Sisters of Mercy came on. He turned off the ignition, got out of the car, closed the garage,. ’ He bit his lip a little bit looking just as much at the dip in her shirt that led so smoothly up to her neck and shoulder as the actual strap. ‘I know.’ Though she had never expressly said he felt pretty confident he knew her favorite colors, her favorite music, her general fashion sense. He was not just observant. He was attentive. Maybe too much so. He let his eyes wander up to her face. To her full lips before meeting her eyes. Brown and very deep. He was sure they held so much he didn’t. She saw me and looked up. Her eyes were red, and her face was wet with tears. Her body was ripe and luscious. Too good for me, I thought. “I don’t want to intrude…” I said. She stared and looked me up and down, perhaps measuring me for the potential to be dangerous. “Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked. “Are you with someone?” No one comes here alone I thought and realized I had. Also, she looked young to be on her own in a place that you had to have a boat to get to, but so did I. “My. And she started crying. I said “stop crying dont worry things will be fine”. She said, “I never had a good life, never enjoyed always a burden”I sat beside her on right and I and started wiping her tears .I too felt sad to see her crying. I still don’t know what made me do that. I wiped off her tears.I adjusting and sat close to her. I put my left arm around her shoulder and tried to bring her close she still was crying. I took her saree and wiped her tears. Then I put it down. I tried to bring.