Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am unta...nted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. ‘A ham and a few frozen pizzas I think.’ ‘And a couple dozen snickers bars, if I had to guess.’ Warren suggested. Leer nodded again, half smiling, ‘Probably that.’ Both men glanced around when the floor in the hall creaked. Maria emerged into the kitchen still drying her raven tresses with one of Leers towels. She stopped, draping the towel over her shoulders, and struck a haughty pose. Hands on her hips, she tossed her head. Her skin, where it was showing, was a rich reddish tan, attesting to. Only his gentle hold on her hips lets her remain standing. He takes hold of her bedclothes and slowly raises them over her hear. Her body, golden in color and wonderfully curvaceous in shape, comes into his view one lovely inch at a time. He gazes at her intently as her nudity becomes complete. “You are beautiful Anastasia,” he whispers, “and incredibly sexy. But that is nothing compared to the purity and beauty of your inner being. It is this that I sensed from so far away. It is. She wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her head on my shoulder. I reached back grabbed her legs and lifted them up and wrapped them around my hips. she crossed her ankles and I put my hand on her bare calf leaned back a little. "You ok, you ready" I asked "Just great Babe" she answered. "I am Ripper" I said "Hi I am Sindy" she repliedI hit the starter button and the bike came to life. I looked over my shoulder dropped her into gear and twisted the grip. She kicked a little on the loose.Read More