T wrote down her new email addy for me yesterday. As she did I watched her. I mean I looked at her skin, her breasts, her cheeks. I really studied her.
I don't get to look at T much. 10yrs on and I find making eye to eye contact impossible.
I felt like a thief for a second. But the desire to 'take her in' was strong.
I think I could only sneak love from my mother. She didn't want me to have it. So I would sneak loving glances at her as she was undressing. She would lock me out of her room, but I found a crack I could see through.
That's how I felt watching T.