A perfect fit. I slipped onthe left one and let out a deep breath.'Talk about overthinking...'I flexed my toes, sad that there was no-one around whose...covert effortsto sneak a look at them would confirm to me their attractiveness. Itwas like the tree proverb: if a pair of attractive feet show themselvesoff and nobody is around to see them, are they really attractive?I looked at Aaron's untouched flip flops and for some reason I feltsad. 'I bet his feet couldn't fill them anyway,' I snorted, as. I look up to see rainbows glistening in the melting ice caking the skylight.Long impossibly smooth fingers have touched my cheek.Like polished stone sheathed in silk,her fingertips glide down my cheek. Her eyes seem hollow,as though I can see the sunlight beaming through them - grey sky seen through a raindrop.Her pale lips, the color of a young rose bud are shimmering, they are so soft.Her mouth smells like my cotton pillows when I wake up on a summer morning. A breath escapes of herby minty. Instead of calling me why don't we pick a date right now?" She was becoming the aggressor which I didn't mind at all. Sometimes I got tired of being the one in charge dealing with all my women.We decided on the following night. She knew that being a freshman I wasn't allowed to have a car at school so she offered to pick me up which I declined. "If it isn't far how about I walk to your place and pick you up and we can walk to the restaurant. Unless of course it rains then you can call me and I. "Let's go. We're going to be late!" I'll give you one later," my sister whispered to me with a smile when our Dad closed the door again. "I promise." NO!" I yelled out loud. "How dare you!?" The voice had slammed into my brain a vivid memory I hadn't held in my mind in many years. I'd long-ago repressed thoughts of my sister, long-ago shut off memories of her and what we'd done. I refused even to think about what had happened to her, refused to let the voice draw me back to the horror and.