She bent over the desk, resting her arms on the cold oak and looking right at the headmaster."Mister Danforth, my name is Ashleigh Miller, and on beha...lf of Albright Academy I would like to thank you for your extremely generous donation to our school. Please accept this token as a sign of our thanks." She recited it perfectly, and just waited.Mister Danforth spoke with a slightly muffled accent as he moved behind Ashleigh. "Mmm, thank you Ashleigh, it looks like it will be a wonderfully. "I expected some kind of-" the gears in my brain finally turned over. I screamed."Why am I naked!?" Oh good, it worked. And that's a very good question! Exactly what I'dlike to find out." Don't you have a jacket or something you can give me?" Sorry," You gestured down to your own lack of clothes. "Let me ask upfront."Oh my god. This was so humiliating. I slid down low in my chair, my armsunable to contain the enormous mountains of soft, supple flesh juttingout off my chest. I looked around.. I raise my arms to defend myself only to realize that I am the creature emitting that horrible sound and I slowly back into the nearest corner and cower. I close my eyes tightly hoping that when they open I will be back in the vineyards tending my grapes in the beautiful summer sun. As I slowly open my eyes the difference is naught, it is just as dark eyes open as eyes closed, am I blind? My lips are parched for it has been too long since I’ve drank last, and that was a dehydrating mixture of. But, it was the quiet moments together that seemed to mean the most. The way she held my hand like she held my heart. As we sat in silence, there seemed to be a profound communion between us. We shared a bond mere words could never convey. A bond understood only by two people whose hearts bore witness to unspeakable pain. Her quiet gaze revealing a sense of hope that was somehow missing in my life. It was during this time we became kindred spirits. Like an angel who came into my life bearing.