She was a fan of him and his brothers, but from what he had observed of her, she was down to earth.
The one day he had seen her walk through the same woods he frequently hid in, from the world of cameras and obsessed fans. He had found out that she was seventeen, although he had guessed at first for her to be closer to his age of twenty.
He silently followed her as she made her way to the spot he had left behind with the first whirlwind of fame back in 1997. She sat and leaned against the big maple tree that seemed to touch the sky. She was sheltered from the harsh rays of the sun by its enormous expanse of branches heavily adorned with leaves.
He studied her from a close, but safe distance. She was amazing. Long brown hair that fell to her waist, deep brown eyes framed by glasses that just enhanced their beauty. She was 56, so much shorter than his 64, but she was considered tall for her age.
He had watched her enough times to know she hadnt much self-esteem. Shed never had a boyfriend and was a virgin in all sense of the word, right down to her unkissed full lips. His gaze shifted down to the swell of her breasts in the baby doll shirt that was red and said rock glam on it. He guessed her to be a D cup. His eyes danced down over her stomach. The reason to her low self-esteem. She was not skinny, but couldnt have weighed more than 150 pounds. He loved the fact she wasnt another skinny girl with nothing to grab onto. Although he knew she only saw it as a burden.
He finished his observation of her by looking over her long legs that were always in jeans, no matter how hot it got.
She bent forward and rested her forehead against her drawn up knees and sighed. He knew thsi position too well. She was crying again. This was her release from a life full of pain. He longed to take her in his arms... Læs hele novellen
