As I made my way down the dark wooden stairs to the bottom level, I thought of my father and his demands. He wanted me to have what he and my mother had before she died giving birth to me. But for the years that followed, he did nothing to convince me that risking my heart, my life, my happiness, was worth the pain I’d suffer if the woman I laid down roots with was to die. Or leave me. Nah, I’m good.
I heard the creak of the door before I saw her—well the back of her. She was tall, at least 5’9 or 5’10 and her sandy brown hair was so thick and long, Rapunzel came to mind. Her braid fell close enough to her sweetly curved ass for me to make that assessment. Not even her baggy clothes could hide her fantastic shape. If anything, it made me want to see more and I had to wonder why she bothered to try and hide what was certainly God given. After she finished fiddling with the lock of her door, she turned towards me and damn, if she wasn’t fine, who the hell was.
The light streaming through the windows of the wooden doors leading to the foyer, shone in on her making her appear ethereal. The yellow glow around her, made me think some angelic form stood before me to collect me from this world, and I began wondering if I cared whether I was dead or alive if she was the one to see me to my afterlife.