You must be able to see my loneliness. Nobody ever talks to me. Nobody ever notices me. Day in and day out, I sleepwalk through life, earning my pay, ...ooking my dinner, but nobody touched me. Nobody reached out. Nobody wanted to get close to me.Until you.I went to my car and watched you walk to yours. You were wearing blue jeans and a t shirt. You are young and beautiful. I don't know why somebody so perfect would choose me, but I will accept your gift.I followed you, not too closely. I didn't. They were home bright and early the next day. We were relieved that we had moved back to Carrie’s room and we did not have to explain why we were Milo’s in room. Crap part of this all was though that they brought back Susan, who was their fathers sister. She had been having some marital problems and she got to sleep now on the couch, the one in Carrie’s room. Talk about ruining my summer. So they had been home for a few days and we had been being good. We went to bed when we were supposed to. We stepped into the rented limo thoughtfully provided by Carl Heisler and were whisked off to the Redmond Airport and our brief one week honeymoon in ... where else ... San Francisco.Carl and my mother had combined to book us a suite in a very nice, older style hotel. It was very luxurious and with a view of San Francisco Bay and the bridge to the Oakland side. We were tempted to rent a car, but decided that a city bus tour and a walking tour of the Fisherman’s Wharf area was a better choice.. She couldn’t hear me for the cascading water, and she seemed oblivious to my entrance. I stuck my head round the door, and I couldn’t believe my eyes! There was a small amount of steam covering the glass of the shower, but I could see clearly enough through it to see the outline of her young body. I had never seen this much before, and it was an incredible turn on to see it. I was distracted, both by what I was looking at, and by the growing erection in my pants, so I didn’t notice when she.