The Caretaker
I couldn't believe I was so attracted to her. She was only fourteen. What a lovely creature she was, though. She seemed tiny to me, a few inches under five feet. Black hair with ringlets surrounded her pallid face. She had high cheekbones, little pink lips, and the loveliest blue eyes. The hem of her cream colored dress was tattered, and it was obvious that a seam had been amateurishly mended, probably by her. She strutted into the kitchen. She looked at me straight on, without a hint of...