By Valentine Adams
It was a pleasure to him when she came in each morning. The red-blonde hair that fell in soft curls to the middle of her small back and the bright blue eyes only drew attention to a pretty smile. And there always seemed to be lurking just below the surface some mischievousness that wanted to burst out and cause her to do something bad. He lived for the time when she would finally do something bad. He loved her quick sense of humor and the fact that she frequently embarrassed herself with some mindless poorly thought out comment. Hearing her small voice, always with an edge of laughter, just drove him crazy. And she was smart about lots of things and interested in them too. Still, she had the capacity to be totally clueless, particularly whenever any discussion came up that had any reference to sexual activities. His image of her was of a twenty four year old kid at heart

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