SIXTEENSunlight dove through the window, promising another sizzling day. Doobie the artist and his girlfriend Yoriko sat in silence as they sipped their morning tea. They shared a joint as she read the Sunday morning paper, passing the fat cigarette back and forth between hits, the pungent scent of m*******a filling the room. He never read the paper, had no interest in the outside world or its problems. Painting and Yoriko were enough to fill his universe. He watched as she sat across from him in her red silk embroidered kimono. She turned the page of the newspaper and the silken sash fell loose, exposing one tiny breast. The sight of her sepia n****e, kissed by the morning sun, aroused him. This morning everything about her aroused him, from her perfect little girl body to her pink mouth
