I told him I was visiting my dad for a few weeks. He said I should cover my shoulders to keep from burning more. I said ok and threw my towel over the...m. He asked if I was thirsty, I said I was fine thank you. He said he lived a couple of floors up,and if I wanted, I could come up any time. I said ok and told him I had to go. I went back to the apartment, showered and flipped through the channels on the t.v. Bored I went out again. I checked out the other building to see what was there. Coming. The girls looked up to me as they grew older, especially Dana, whose illness made her rather vulnerable. She did anything I asked her to. A year later, I asked her not to wear panties any more because she was so keen to show me her cartwheels and handstands in her nightdress. I learned more from studying her open vulva during those 2 years than I did with my regular girlfriends. I even got Mia to help me hold her sisters flawless thighs open, and wonder what I was taking such a long time to. I went in, she said ' wear the dress that is on the bed ' I have seen that and said ' it is a girls dress I wont wear it ' she replied angrily wear it and made me stand before the mirror after I wore dress she said ' look how cute you are ' even I liked it but did not admit it first time . she brought her make up kit and applied powder and some lipstick she brought some new girls sandals for me I resisted she saw me angrily so I wore them . she made me stand before mirror again . asked me how. The human voice had been female. It sounded tired, strained, fatigued in some way. As if she’s walking up a hill. Walking towards a cottage. Walking towards where they saw the light. He creeps towards the window, almost on all fours. He cowers below the level of the window, and then peeps out into the night. The poker scrapes on the wooden floor. He looks towards the Irish coast, hoping to see the distant glow of the towns across the bay. Because what he wants now, is human contact. He wants.