I keep thinking about her private room, and also my private thoughts and while I love her mother, now particularly her, the daughter, what a real nice intimate evening we all had together. I love this. This is beyond what my imaginations are, but when I return there, I go by her room and we greet one another, “Hello, let’s talk,” and that’s when I run upon her wearing her boy shorts. “I’m sorry,” I said.
But she has her mother’s figure. Her mother, they’re two alike, what a perfect figure she has and those boy shorts!
“I wish I was just somewhere with my boyfriend, to be holding his hand, walking and talking all day.” She was heard as saying, as if she was quoting from her script. She’s learning to be an actress. She was cast into play downtown. She’s into theater, it’s down in town, she’s rehearsing a play there.
Oh, I remember being that young once. Well, how nice!
So, on those days when I would come over, she peers into the ole glass ball of what her activities usually were going to be for that day, but today, she’s on her day off and in her room.
Q: I looked there, were those fuck bruises? And those boy shorts, her tight things, “Those ripples foretold all that were imagined.”
Is there a chance I haven’t expected any of this, this explanation from her daughter, her mother is my best friend. She says, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that you would be coming over and so soon,” and also, “I haven’t properly told you something yet!”
“I’m sorry honestly! Well, I didn’t expect to see you like this, in the privacy of your own room. Who knew right? I’m human, so so sorry! I’m serious!”
I’m learning all the parts of her body, her appearance and wow, her legs. She really has taken off and she is growing, it’s about that bodybuilding she’s doing. Now she’s growing into a pattern of life just like that of a grown woman, as a flower is blooming, wow, she’s filling out those areas very nicely. Too often she welcomes me into their home, arms open wide.
This was all my imaginations, my thoughts and my feelings….