He smiled with pleasure as he saw her walk into the room. Her breasts were lit by the streetlight streaming through the blinds. Her shadow cast on his bed as she moved towards him. He could see every detail of her wonderfully constructed body; every ridge, every crevice, every little indent.

  She walked over to him, gave him a kiss and then reclined on his bed. "Well... are you going to join me, or are you going to sit there looking at me with amazement and bore me to death?"

  He got up, and went over to the bed. He looked at her glistening reddish-blonde hair. He hard was so long and beautiful, her eyes were so dark, almost as if they had depth. Her skin was porcein white perfection. She was his exact ideal of beauty.

  He climbed up on top of her and pced his hands on her well rounded breasts. He pinched her left nipple and then tore it away from her breast to reveal a switch. He turned off the switch and felt lonely again.