dear carrie,

that newyears eve of December 31st 2006, got me and got me good. peeping on you while you showered, it
was the first time i had a good chance to see all of you. all my years of obsessing and imagining and
hoping and praying…im just rambling, but seeing the water run off your body, the lather of shampoo
wash down your chest and onto your tuft of pubic hair, cleaning your pussy by ramming your fingers
between your folds, shaving your legs from ankles to just before your pubic hair reaches your thighs…
uhhhh, im rambling, but please understand that being 10 years my junior, i’ve been watching you enter
your sexual prime for a long time and i desperately need to be a part of that before it’s too late.

the shower nears it’s end and as i come off my euphoric high, the deafening silence of water brings
tears to my yearning eyes. i close the door and hear you exit the shower stall as you dry off your
lean legs and tight ass while wiping down your perky b-cups. the lotions and perfume permeate from the
bathroom as you ready yourself to celebrate 2007 in grand style. sex is in the air, but unfortunately
i will never be what i so want to be and it’s an animal lust that runs deep each time i see you.

you say your goodbyes as you walk out the door and take in the nightlife and frenzy for the new calender
year. little did you know that your nightmare and my fantasies were on a collision course of the most
disgusting pleasures.

the call came just after midnight. i remember hearing your parents calling and screaming that something
had happened to you, their little angel. you had a cracked vertebrate, severely seperated shoulder and
broken leg. the doctors had thought that you were going to die just like the driver, but you were lucky
to survive such a violent drunk driving accident, your seatbelf luckily saved your life and saved
my dreams.

your rehab right after was tough, it was tough emotionally for the whole family. having you on pain killers
and not sure if you would be able to walk again was difficult for us to cope with. despite you being
laid up in bed all day, i could still see under the bruising and cuts that you were even more attractive
fighting to stay alive and keep a positive outlook on life. luckily for you and your family, i was able
to lend a hand and help with the daily medications and rehab while everyone else went back to work and
tried to get back to normalcy while you recovered. it was just difficult sometimes to hear you wimper
as the pain was so over bearing, begging for your pain medication to get a little more sleep and
relax those muscles…you know i would never deprive you of what you need from me.

im sorry.

having you laying there, one leg propped in the air and your body covered just barely by a silk pullover
nighty that they could ease you into while you recouped…it drove me mad.