" Hush," he said, ‘hush. Yes, it has to be given.’" And he kissed my eyelids again, then my lips, the way he did when He bites tbe candy and the kiss continued on past the point where he usually broke off. Then, slowly, he pulled away!.. I groped for him, as though I were blind because of darkness, I only listen his voice and feel his touch... Everton, please, please!...’ My lips touched his. And he was kissing me again, and slipping the shorty nightgown over my head. His strong and gentle hands began to stroke me, his hands, his lips, his tongue. Gentle. Not frightening. Knowing what he was doing. I felt my senses rise, and it startled me. ‘Shhh,’ whispered. ‘Shhh, it’s all right, don’t worry, just relax and listen to your body.’ He was slow, rhythmic, gentle, moving down my body, down..." Lights turn on and I don't see his shadow in the mirror and the bitter truth came in front of us! " Why Everton why?" " Who are you?.." " What you want?.."