After all she was at the top of the class in the grade system and she had always thought the kink in her hair was due more to natural curl rather than...genetic predisposition.Her mom’s skin was the same tone as hers. It was sort of darkish brown like a natural suntan and she loved the way she looked when she stepped out of a shower. Her siblings were much darker than either she or her mother and she had always assumed they were from different fathers and she loved them just as much. Sure, she. “Are you new in town, Yankee”? you asked. I don’t understand why but something about you compelled me to answer. “It’s only temporary”, I responded, “I will be reserving office space for my firm for a few months”. Why I even answered you is still a question in my mind. The c***dren’s tale of The Pied Piper of Hamlin flitted across my mind. There was just something commanding about you. It was as if I was required to answer you. It was as if you had a power over me that made it. I got right to the point. "I talked to Sylvia Shining Elk. Don't deny what you're doing. The poor girl is only eighteen. What were you thinking? And just so you know, there will be no date with her."He actually got a little pissed at me. "Listen DAD, what I do with willing females is none of your business." You're absolutely right, but I think you've blurred the line on willing. Ease up a little, you're young, good looking, rich, you can get most any woman you want. But you need to be a little. Only the lights of the city illuminated the outside world, aside from the occasional lightning flash. We fumble in the dark for a minute or so, searching for a flash light, some candles, and a portable radio. As a dim ambiance begins to glow throughout the living room, your beautiful face comes into view. Your eyes sparkle and the lights in them dance with the reflections of the candles’ flames. I touch your cheek softly and you smile, I take your hand and sit with you on our sofa. Sick of.