The burden of command

Chapter 84

On the way back, there is hardly any talk either. You drive slowly and carefully, have images of the evening in your mind's eye and can barely concentrate on the road. I should have let us spend the night there, you think and are angry with you. Why didn't I do that? But the answer sits next to you and it's all too clear. Your plan worked. How well has yet to be found out, but Denise has definitely changed. Yes. We didn't break her physically. But psychologically tough? The car's headlights illuminate the street a few dozen meters ahead of you. You are the only people far and wide. You notice that you haven't taken the fastest route home but are taking a detour through the steep hills. You do not know why. You're just like Denise in this instant. You quickly look over at her. It just sits buckled in her seat and... touches the collar. You grasp the steering wheel tighter, look at the road. Still everything free. Your eyes wander to the side again. Denise has one hand on her neck and gently touches the dark leather with her fingertips. She feels it and just stares straight ahead. Her other hand is on the lash, which runs down her body and ends in a loop between her legs. The connection between collar and leash shimmers in silver in the dark and when the light from the headlights is reflected from something outside it literally flashes. It was the idea of Melina to put Denise on the leash, but you thought it was the right call. Now you are not so sure anymore. You shake your head and look at the street again. Damn it. Pay attention! You have valuable cargo on board. But it's no use. Again and again you look to the side to be able to absorb every little movement of Denise. Why was I so stupid and got us out of there so quickly? Melina was really sad that you didn't stay overnight. And you actually had planned that too. You don't know if anyone noticed, but in the end, it was almost an escape that you made.

When Denise rubs her newest accessory again and again, it becomes clear to you and the realization almost kills you. You own a human now. You acquired property by submitting Denise to you. Not in the playful, amorous way of Emma, but the way of Denise. No, you have no ****, no… thing that you own. Denise is not a tool for you to fulfill your wishes. She is your dear pet. Yes you own her. But you decide everything for her. For Denise. For her happiness, her stability and her health. For her future. None of this is for you. None of this makes you feel good. It is sheer responsibility that constricts your stomach and drives red-hot irons into deep wounds. Why did you do it? Very simple: Her happiness. You just know that Denise needs you. Not just because she said it. It's an instinct. Maybe you are wrong too. But then you'd be wrong with Millie, Megan, Maureen, Emma, Susan, and Claire too. And that can't be... right?

The thought makes you downright sick. You grip the steering wheel even more tightly and try to concentrate on the road till your knuckles are white as a bone. I own a person. I am responsible for a human life. Your sisters have the support of their siblings. The McKinleys have themselves too. Emma is strong, stronger than you. But Denise... You are now the framework that holds her life together. If you fail, you end a battered person's hope for a life worth living. You hit the brakes a little too hard. Denise is pulled a little forward by the centrifugal forces and is torn from her dreams. With a crooked grin you try to make it clear to her that everything is okay, but your face grimaces at the sight of her. As the car slowly rolls to the dark side of the road, you look into the eyes of a person who trusts you unconditionally, shows you absolute obedience and who is head over heels in love with you. The reflections in the clasp of her collar blind you and even if she is fine, your air is cut off as if you have a rusty iron chain around your neck. Just in time you jump out of the car and vomit your heart out. You haven't eaten that much today, but bile and the remains of breakfast come flying out of your mouth and land in a wide arc in the tall grass. Behind you, Denise gasps loudly and you stop her with a hand gesture from getting out as well.

"Everything is okay" you cough and **** again. It takes a long time for you to calm down and get up shaky and with unsteady legs. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Puke tastes disgusting, especially today's one. No more beer when you gain possession of a human being. Remember that for next time. You grunt contemptuously and turn to the car. Denise has unbuckled herself and is squatting on the passenger seat. The light inside the car illuminates her from above and makes her look even more like a **** creature. Her ears still protrude from the slightly tousled blonde hair and contrast with her skin, which the collar enhances. Her leash hangs from her neck and flows down the car seat and ends between her hands, which forcefully squeeze the leather of the seat. You give the girl an embarrassed grin and sit back in the car. You quickly reach back and pull out a bottle of water. It's the one you gave Denise. You take a sip, then another. Then you look at your latest possessions.

“Do you want something too?” you ask and smile at her. Denise sits up straighter on the seat, folds her legs at her side and looks first at the bottle, then at your face. You raise your eyebrows and hold out the bottle to her. “Do you want to?” you ask again. You can't read the look on her face correctly in the semi-darkness and your eyes are distracted from her leash anyway. Denise just looks at you with an expression that might be described as embarrassing but there is definitely some excitement and also curiosity there. "What? Do you want to or not?” you ask again and only then does it come to your mind. "Oh crap." You actually have to laugh. "Sorry." You put your hand on her cheek and your thumb runs over her soft skin. Denise puts her head in your hand and her hair falls over the back of your hand. Small bits of vomit intertwine with them, but none of you mind. Touching her feels good, really good. That's why you did this Lynchwood. Because of moments like these. Don't let her down or I'll kill you... however I'm supposed to do that. Your drill sergeant is right, but then remains silent when he and you notice the effect you and Denise have on one another. You both calm down noticeably. Your eyes meet and like with Millie, the person is someone else who looks you in the eye. The Denise from the beginning of the vacation no longer exists. She whines, buzzes and hums when you pet her head with your hand and her eyes only speak of loyalty. All doors are open to you. She doesn't make a sad face, isn't afraid, and doesn't flinch when you pull the cat's ears out of her hair. She just looks at you questioningly when you take the leash off her and when you lean over to open the clasp on her collar you say: "Shall I explain to you what this is all about?"

"I love you Finn!" she blurts out and puts her hands over her mouth in shock. "Oh god..." she gasps. You just look at her, you are too tired and have too much responsibility to be surprised. Denise opens her eyes wide and shakes her head. She gets even more confused when you start to giggle and then can't hold it anymore. You literally shake yourself laughing for several minutes. Your whole body hurts after the stunts you did with Melina and Giselle. And there sits Denise, eyes wide, wet, her face half-hidden behind her delicate hands/paws and stares at you worried that she has broken something that cannot break.

"Well at least you waited until you didn't wear all that stuff anymore" you laugh and hold your stomach.

“Oh god Finn. I'm so sorry, ” Denise gasps like someone for whom the world suddenly turned upside down. That is, it does it after being turned through the meat grinder several times. "I didn't mean... I meant to say... you decide, of course..." She doesn't know what to do next and a tear rolls through her convulsively clenched fingers.

"Denise Van Buren," you say, still grinning widely and shaking your head in a daze. "Stop it." Immediately her behavior changes and the girl draws in her breath convulsively and holds her breath, probably in the hope of interrupting her panicked chatter. Again your hand finds its place on her soft and slightly damp cheek. "I love you too," you say with a grin. The girl just shakes her head, can't believe it. “How could I not fall in love with you? Hey“ you nudge her. "Breathe." Am I so great that I take the girls' breath away? Then you notice that your heart is almost filled with joy. Air whistles through the gaps in her fingers and finds its way into her lungs.

"No" she whimpers shrilly and her voice almost breaks. More tears are rolling out of her eyes and dripping loudly onto the seat below. "That can not be. Can not be. No…"

"Yes," you laugh almost hysterically. You weren't expecting something like that, but on the other hand, it doesn't surprise you that Denise can't believe it the first time. "I love you. Absolutely. With all my heart. I want to be with you Denise. I love...“ You point to yourself. "You." You point to her.

"No." The situation is incredibly funny, sad, cute, lovely and heartwarming.

"Are you starting to contradict me already?" you ask, laughing and with such poorly played severity that even Denise finally understands in her current state.

"No," she says again and shakes her head. Then she comes flying towards you, lands in your arms - or rather on your lap, pulls herself up on you and... just hugs you. No kisses, no moans. You hug each other for several minutes, lie against each other, together, on top of each other. Nobody cries, which surprises you one way or another. Denise presses herself tightly against you, pulls herself on your lap, shifts the gear of the car and only gets hooked on the handbrake. With strong arms you help, heave her lower body onto you and now a little being is lying on your lap, her head against your heart. So she stays where she is and Denise listens to your heartbeat while you brush through her hair.

"I love you Denise," you say again. “From now on I am always by your side. Forever. In every situation."

"I love you too, Finn." She doesn't have to say more, because that's all you have to hear in order for you to accept another person into your heart who has been there for a long time. "I love you so much."

"So" you finally say and Denise lifts her head. Her eyes are dry, clear and totally in love with you. A pleasant smile is on her face. "Shall I explain to you now how these things work and what this evening was all about?" You hold up the leash and collar. Denise nods and you slowly switch back to Business-Finn-Mode. "Okay." You take a deep breath. "So. I've been looking for a way for you to get strong. You already know that. Experiencing good things, building your ego, experiencing successes and coping with setbacks.” It grieves you to be so open about her weaknesses, but Denise just seems to be content to be in your arms. She exudes exactly the power you wanted her to do. You never expected to form this power by accepting Denise as your pet, but you cannot deny that it works. “It took me a long time to find a way to let you get close to me. I was afraid that if I put any pressure on you or persuade you to do something that is not good for you in the long run, I would only make things worse.” Denise nods. "You have seen a lot of crap and I feared that the very methods that were available to me for you would ultimately change you so that you would no longer be able to do without me."

"But it's true," says your girl and frowns. "I love you." She is briefly interrupted by the renewed realization that she likes to show you her feelings. "And I like to be with you." She touches the lash lying next to you. "Even so. I don't think anything bad about it.” You kiss her on the cheek and she closes her eyes.

“That is also incredibly important to me. None of this would work if you didn't stand behind the way I treat you." You rub the back of your head a little embarrassed and get to the heart of the matter. “I had to figure out a way to... well... exercise control over you without harming you. I wanted to be with you, to be there for you, without directing you. You had to be able to decide for yourself how your life would go on. But at the same time, I had to make sure that I could be around to take care of you. Do you understand? I had to choose one of two extremes and if I had put too much or too little pressure you would have changed for the worse. Either you would have been… sorry… fallen for me… or I would have pushed you away from me if I hadn't exerted enough pressure.” You take another breath. “But I couldn't meet you in the middle either, because then nothing would have changed and you would have been wiped out between the forces of your life. Do you understand?” You are embarrassed at this bumbling explanation and Denise naturally shakes her head, her hair swaying slightly.

"It is not important whether I understand that... I think." She looks at you again a little unsure but also lustfully and you just fall in love with the face in front of you. “I want what you want for me, Finn. I trust you and... I love you.” She shudders again as she says the words. It is not enough for her. “I love you so much because you do all of this for me. I know I can be very exhausting at times and I also know that I would never have been able to break free of Nate on my own. And I'd still be so scared.” She comes closer to you again and hugs you while her thighs press together on your lap and her sweatshirt slips a little on her body. "I know that you are there for me and that you like it." She giggles as bright as a bell when she notices something. “I like to obey you. Even if I don't always understand what you want from me, I know that it can only be good for me to obey you. That's why I'm doing this.” Now it is she who pulls herself up on you and puts her lips shyly on your head. When you return her kiss, she becomes a little more demanding and presses her head to yours. You take your time and enjoy being close to one another. Denise is soft and light and exactly what you need tonight. And you are what she needs in her life. When the kiss ends, she lifts her collar. "How should I behave from now on?"

"You see?" You laugh and she looks at you puzzled. “You are not as green as you sometimes think. It's a good question.“ You straighten up a little and clear your throat. “So it wasn't going to take you to any ****. I then decided to do something that I wasn't sure would work.” You put her hand on yours and together you look at the utensils that will determine her life from now on. “From today you will live two lives. Two extremes. That's the only way I think you'll be healthy and strong. There is the Denise I have met who has no collar, ears and leash. She is cheeky, funny, crazy about anime that I don't understand and perfumes I can't stand. She gets along with my little sister and her friends, has some problems in her life and me as a buddy who is there for her.” Denise is enchanted by the world you create in her mind and her face lights up more and more with every word that you speak. “The two have a kind of relationship that doesn't exist anywhere else. Denise knows that Finn sleeps with his sisters and other girls. Do you.. do she mind?” Denise just stares at you and only a few seconds later notices that she is meant.

"No not at all. Because I... this Denise... she loves Finn more than anything and knows how he feels about others. She is grateful to him that he saved her life and knows that it is he who has to make a lot of sacrifices in order for her to be happy.” She can't stand it and kisses you again, this time with more power behind it, more conviction. "She will never accuse him for doing the same for others."

"All right" you grin with satisfaction. Then you get a little more serious again. "This Denise can live her life and be sure that Finn will protect her." You pause and press the collar into her hand. “Then there is the other Denise. I made her, Finn made her. Because that's the only way for the first Denise to be happy, I think. The second Denise is mine. And mine alone. No friends, teachers, brothers or even parents. She is my brave little kitten, hurt and insecure. When she puts on this collar, Denise becomes a kitten and does whatever Finn commands. He educates her, cares for her, nourishes her and strengthens her. Denise doesn't have to think when she's his kitten. She just has to obey and can enjoy life as it is.” You feel sick again, but there is no turning back. “Finn has her life in hand when she's his kitten. This allows Denise to focus on the important things in life that Finn will help her with, and Finn thinks that Denise will become the person Finn... the person I want her to be.” Denise shows no signs of negative feelings. But your stomach is rebelling again. She seems to notice and does what you asked for. She comes up to you, shows you closeness, trust and love, but also the ability to make daring decisions because of you and your support.

"I want this" she whispers and puts your arm around her. “I want this so badly. Really. Please believe me.” She looks at you, pleading, and you know everything will be fine.

“Of course I believe you. But I still have to ask. Are you sure you want this? It's just an idea of mine, maybe not the only solution. Maybe not the best one."

“It's the solution I want. The best for me, I'm sure.” She looks at her collar while you calm down. You had to ask one last time just to be sure. “But who decides what I am?” she wonders and proves her intelligence, which she so often denies.

“Mostly me. I've thought about it for a long time and I think it's the best - and also the most logical in this situation - if I decide who you are at the moment."

"I like that."

“If you wear your ears, you are not allowed to speak. Then you are a pet that obeys me” you say and hear how severity creeps into your voice. “They are no longer worn for fun from now on. I choose when to put them on, but if you feel the need for control and simplicity, you can decide that on your own. But I alone decide when you put your ears down again. OK?"

"Yes!" She sounds really excited and so you dare to continue.

"When you wear the collar, you obey my word. Anytime. Anyplace. Anyhow. Clear?” Another eager nod. Her hands close tighter on the dark leather. The last piece.“ And if I put the leash on you, I'll be responsible for your behavior. Nothing you do then comes back on you. I'll guide you and you don't have to worry about any consequences.” Her eyes sparkle and she looks at you as if you are the first person she has ever seen in her life. Your effect on her is incredible. But you also notice that your stomach is getting better and better. Maybe it's because I've already puked up… “Learn these rules. If you do not wear any of the three things, you are not accountable to me. That is also important. I naturally expect my girlfriends to talk openly with each other. If you have a problem - and you are not wearing a leash, collar or ears - then I am Finn, your friend who cares incredibly about you and your satisfaction. Do you understand that too?"

"Yes, I do."

"Okay." Exhausted, you sink into the seat and put your arms around the petite and fragile body on top of you. “I should have adopted a dog” you mumble and Denise is now the one who laughs and giggles happily.

For a long time neither of you says anything. You slowly come down from the adrenaline rush and Denise looks at her new belongings with a dreamy look. At some point your eyes fall on the dashboard. Almost two in the morning. You yawn as if on command.

"It's about time we go again" you mutter, but you do nothing to turn your words into deeds. Denise is still sitting on you and if she wants to sit here on you until dawn, then so be it. At some point, however, she slips off you and sits on the passenger seat with her legs under her bum. She seems to like to act like a creature and as long as she is buckling up you are neglecting traffic safety this morning. You put the key in the ignition and feel a hand on yours.

"Finn?" mumbles Denise and looks from your hand up the arm in your face. "I have one more question, if it's okay."

"Are you wearing the collar or the ears?" A rhetorical but necessary question. She shakes her head. “Then you never have to ask when you have thought of something. I want to hear all of your thoughts.” She looks at you gratefully and caresses your forearm. You know what's coming now and in fact that was one test Melina thought up for Denise. She braces herself, looks you in the eye, and realizes that there is no reason for her to be nervous. But you also see the lust and desire that has grabbed you too. How would you like to make the girl happy now? But you leave the decision in her hands. The time when you will rule over her is yet to come. But now Denise needs to know that you support her in her own decisions.

“I know what we made up. And I agree with that. I'm not wearing the collar, so... I'd like to..." You have to grin. She still can't give you instructions and prefers to let you guide her. Maybe a nudge in the right direction?

“Tell me Denise. That's important to me."

“I really want to sleep with you. So… that you sleep with me… or do what you want.” She looks happy as she utters the words. “I want to show you that you deserve me. Not like at the lake. But really. With everything I can and have learned. And with your support. I want... I want you to take what you need from me and show me how I can make you happy.” She knows what's going on in you. After all, she saw you throw up. "That would make me happy." You look out of the windshield into the darkness and think about it. "Bringing you home now may not be such a good idea. I have to take care of Emma and Millie and Megan... and everyone else." You look at Denise. "But I couldn't leave you with Melina either."

"I would have endured it if you had asked me to do that," she says and is obviously very sure of her cause. "We can go back if you like." She looks around shyly. "Or here in the car?" You shake your head in amusement. There's no way you won't sleep with her today.

"Have I ever told you how my dad and my stepmother came up with the idea of building a lake house in Seacrest?" Rhetorical question. You have never come this far in the short time in which you are so close. Denise shakes her head. “They spent their honeymoon here. In a hotel a bit out of town. They kissed for the first time where the house is now. My dad built the house to celebrate when his law firm brought him his first million. He said the lake would bring him luck.“ You remember your first time with Millie. It was by the lake. Megan? Near the lake. Then in the house. Emma? In the house by the lake.

"So in the house?" Asks Denise and gets excited. "Wherever you want."

"The hotel in which the two began their marriage is also by the lake," you say and a small happy smile plays around the corners of your kitten's mouth.

"Good evening," you say hello to the lady behind the counter at the Moonlight Inn. She looks at you and Denise and of course, knows what you want. "A room for two people for one night please." You smile, but the lady's eyes are only on Denise. Please don't think I'm a pervert who kidnapped a girl, you think. But the hotel isn't that shabby. Otherwise your dad would never have come here with your stepmother. Your thought is confirmed when you see the price for a normal room with an attached bathroom and warm water. You are using up all of your reserves of cash, but you have secured a room.

"We have number twenty-two and number thirty-five," says the lady, whose hair is already gray. You choose the thirty-five because you don't want to spend the night with Denise in the room where your parents already did it. You too have your limits. “And what's your name, girl?” asks the woman and looks at Denise. She peeps out from behind you and looks a little lost with her little gym bag over her shoulder, while with your army backpack you look like you're going to be disembarked for Afghanistan tomorrow morning. Denise clings to your arm contentedly and looks at the woman. She says her name and smiles, which you do too.

"Did the woman think you were **** me?" She asks later when you lead her up the stairs to the first floor. The hallway is kept in light yellow tones, but they look a bit sickly in the night light. You don't care. You pass number 22 in which your dad and your stepmother... You shake your head.

"I think so," you say and shrug your shoulder. “Can you blame her for it? If she only knew half of the sick shit that's been going on in the last few days…” You both giggle, and it's good to see Denise like that. She doesn't let go of your arm and really acts like an accessory to you.

"Should I have told her you own me?" You raise your eyebrows. That's how you met Denise. With a sense of humor that will make your hair stand on end. Maybe I did the right thing. That would also put what I'm about to do in a good light.

"If you wanted to let me spend the night at the local police station, you should have said something." You run your fingers over her head and get Denise to jump on you. You catch her and lift her up, feeling her lips on your neck and her hot breath brush your skin. You kiss her on the cheek, she purrs, and you do it on purpose. Then you make sure that she is going the right way. “You don't have to be mine today. We can just be a couple who have a good night at this hotel. You decide how far you want to go. There will be enough times when I can own you.” Denise just looks at you. You realize that she has no answer to the question and you realize that you too have to adjust your behavior if you want your plan to work. You cannot give her the freedom to decide everything herself, because then the plan would be invalid. You get nervous and hope that Denise doesn't notice. At least tonight you can try to make the transition into being dependent on you as easy as possible.

You have to put your pet down briefly when you unlock the door. Your stepmother always snubbed herself about the keys and said that key cards were better. But you think the rattle of the metal collar is nice. The door opens and you pull Denise into the room. The light, which you switch on immediately, reveals the view of a spacious room. A large bed is against one wall, the other has a passway to the bathroom. The windows have curtains and look out onto the parking lot.

“Unfortunately no lake view. Is that okay anyway?” You ask. Denise sits down on the edge of the bed and looks at you. Her eyes wander over your body and she seems as free as at the beginning of the vacation.

"I like what I see" she says, but a hint of uncertainty creeps into her comments. You grin and are happy that you seem to have hit the right note.

"I'll go to the bathroom first," you say and pull your shirt over your head. You take the spare clothes out of your backpack and go to the bathroom. But not without kissing Denise on the temples beforehand. “Think carefully about what we do and how. We go as far as you want.” Then you disappear into the bathroom to shower.

One last time you have doubts when the cold water runs down your back. But you've already created a fait accompli, and Denise is definitely responding well to the plan. Only you are the problem again. Pull yourself together buddy. She relies on you. The last thing she needs now is to feel like you don't want to help her. In fact, the biggest risk is your inability to dominate the girl. Yes, she wants that and yes, you also admit, ashamed, that you think it's awesome. But in the moments when her naked, willing body is not floating in front of your inner eye, you only think about the life that you hold in your hands. No! Not now! You mustn't show weakness. Denise is your property, your pet, your kitten. And that's how you have to treat her. She is only half the girl you met at the beginning of the vacation and you both wanted it that way. You owe it to her to behave as you promised her and as she wishes. Under the cold jet of water you make the decision to let Denise decide alone tonight and then show her your way as soon as she voluntarily puts on her ears and the collar.

Your whole body hurts and you can feel the marks of fingernails on your back, your arms and your chest. Someone bit you too and the print makes the games of Megan seem like kid's stuff. But at the thought of a young girl waiting for you outside the door and needing the best of you, you have **** but to outdo yourself. This is the life you wanted and Denise gets it - her magical night. As magical as it gets in a hotel where your parents' ave done it too. You consciously call up pictures of Denise in your inner eye and your body willingly complies with your commands. Ready and in shape you step out of the shower, dry off and swap places with Denise . She is still sitting on the edge of the bed with her leash in her hand. Holding her leash, collar and cat ears, she stands up. You catch her and hold her in your arms. She notices that you are naked, but does nothing yet.

"I know you want guidance from me Denise" you whisper in her ear and hold her head on your shoulder. “This one time I still need your consent and your free will. This is the only way we can close our pack and only then do I know that I can help you.” You pull her back and look into her eyes. At first she can't meet yours, but then she manages and even puts on a slight smile. “Do you think you can do it? I know it's a lot of responsibility.” You don't know which Denise you have in front of you and maybe she doesn't know either.

"I can do it," she says quietly and nods - more to herself than to you. "I want to be with you." She shakes her head in amusement. “Nobody has ever trusted me as you do today. I won't let you down, Finn.” Then she gives you a kiss on the cheek and disappears into the bathroom.

Now it's your turn to wait on the bed. An unknown restlessness overtakes you while the rushing water comes from the bathroom. With each of your girls, the first time was an act out of the moment. It is planned with Denise, it has to be. Still you get nervous. You have to grin at the thought. Five girlfriends and you are nervous? Fuck... Maybe that's a good sign. Denise said she trusts you. And the nervousness that constricts your stomach and makes your hands clench into fists is proof enough that you can't be further from Nathaniel and his friends. Pull yourself together man! But it doesn't really work. It's only the thought of Denise and her trust that makes you take it seriously. You get up and wander around the room. You quickly decide to put on your black boxer shorts. When Denise comes out of the bathroom and announces that she doesn't want to be with you, you don't want to have this conversation naked. And your other friends reacted well to being able to 'unpack' you. Yeah damn it! You made so many women happy. Denise loves you, she already said that. Yes, under different circumstances. You said yourself that she still needs time to think. Maybe she's doing that right now? And then what? I'm already wearing my boxer shorts. That will work out. You know how to do it. All of your friends confirm you in this. And yet you clench your teeth when the water is turned off. The door doesn't open yet. Fuck! The preparations! I did not prepare the room! You kick your backpack and her gym bag under the bed in no time. You turn off the light in the room, draw the curtains and turn on the fan on the ceiling. Then you prepare the bed. At some point the thought occurs to you that you do not know how to present yourself to Denise and if you had not already puked, you would do it now.

On the bed? Standing in the room? Relaxed? Cool? You have no idea. With Megan it was damn easier! And then the door to the bathroom opens. The light that has shone under the door becomes a glistening light and Denise steps out of the light like an angel. You see her and all your worries and thoughts fly away when you see her slim figure in the door frame. You look at her silhouette carefully and with pure love.