amazing how a small gesture, the tone in the end of a word, the implication of a mostly harmless touch can mean so much. It was the simplest of things. a single touch made for no other reason than to make a design plan and for one single moment I felt like I was truely beautiful. It wasn't attraction, it wasn't hormones, it wasn't that lusting passion that makes lude comments, It was simple, pure, admiration. hands running over the hips for no other reason than to make a point.
thanks for the grope.