Talk:Gazer/@comment-26115871-20151116235233/@comment-27013779-20160123050517

In my folly of nervousness, I had slammed the door in her face. I cursed myself for being a fool and slowly breathe in and out. I turn the doorknob and almost immediately start to apologize for my rude behavior.

"Please forgive me, you had caught me quite by surprise."

She looked down, her face now huddled and downcast as if she were ashamed, "I know....I'm not...really pretty....I just wanted to welcome you....to the neighborhood...." And she starts to turn away.

I grab her shoulder, almost nailing one of her tentacle eyes in the process, and spin her around to face me. "You are very beautiful. Why would you think otherwise?"

She seemed to have a half fear, half happy expression upon her face. She was cute undoubtedly, wearing a cute white turtle neck and black pants had really made it even more obvious too. I keep myself from looking down at her perfectly sized bosom.

"I...I had just moved in," I stammered, "it is quite messy in there but, if you are willing, I would like to invite you inside. I would doubt that I could finish that whole cake by myself..."

She was now almost beet red, her hands trembled a bit under the cakes platter, forcing me to take her hands and trying to comfort her, to which neither of us felt opposed to. She nods her head and as I invite her in, we both murmur to each other in unison, "Thank you."

She giggled and almost nearly dropped the plate, to which I ended up hugging her closely to avoid doing. Being so close to her, I felt the heat between us, radiating through the so to each other's receptive desire. " I'm...I'm...John..."

With glowering and gleeful eyes she murmured, " I'm...I'm Lidia..."

And thus, how I met the mother of my children.

-Carthois