Emily.  She was tall, and she was gorgeous.  Her T-shirt showed off a
long graceful neck and a peek of her collarbone partially masked by
shoulder-length auburn hair.  Her eyes were places you could get lost
in, and she had the most unbelievable mouth, full lips, slightly
downturned, that made me have to immediately look away -- only to
catch a hint of her breasts as she moved away from the hug.

She was one of the most beautiful, one of the most stunning, women I'd
ever seen -- and certainly the most beautiful teenager.  She drew me
in with a gravity of her own.  Her height -- she was barely shorter
than me -- had made her confident instead of awkward, and those eyes
spoke of a depth that somehow coexisted with the goofiness I
remembered of her when she was younger.


--Thank you for the compliment ; ) Ems