Keep watching.

I'll simply wait for a better opportunity to use that little tidbit. Right now, however, I think that I should keep focusing on the now. Who knows what I kind of mistakes I could make if I focus on just one thing she enjoys.

"Huh. Guess it's a little late, huh?" Hearing Melanie's words, my attention was reclaimed. Had I been too late? I really should have turned to her earlier in the day. As I thought this, I watched Melanie stand and walk towards the only enclosed space in her small home: the bathroom. Huh. Guess I did miss my chance.

Just as I was about to let my consciousness fade from Melanie's computer, I caught sight of Melanie. Unlike last time, however, she looked totally different. Instead of the large, form smothering black t-shirt and blue jeans that had been hiding all but her face there was now nothing simple skin. Stepping confidently from her bathroom, Melanie walked around her dark apartment quickly allowing me multiple angles of her petite body.

Seeing her in this state, I was once again confused by her hate of her image. While she would never be called voluptuous, Melanie's tiny brown nipples perfectly accented the small mounds that they sat upon. Just below that, an intriguingly trim waist led to the gentle slopes of her hips and a small landing strip of brown hair. These traits, however, meant far less than one single thing: shy, timid Melanie had a tattoo on her inner thigh. It wasn't large and, in most cases, would have been easily hidden by even the smallest of shorts but the small picture intrigued me. What could inspire a girl as terrified of exposure as Melanie to get tattooed, especially in such an intimate place? This bore further investigation.