From: Vernieda Vergara To: kff@egroups.com Subject: [kff] Anneke's First Time to See... Date: Friday, May 19, 2000 2:43 PM From: Cynthia Delker This is the third story I've written in what I call my 'first' series. Is it your First Time?, First Kill, and now...First time to see... They are each stories with a slight twist to them. I was going to wait a day to post this but it's really really short. So here it is. (No spell checking used, so those who don't like such, feel free to skip it.) (Feedback is always welcome. *Note: I say that feedback may or may not be used for the fact that just because something is suggested doesn't mean I'll change it. Doesn't mean I won't either. Just don't complain to me if I don't make changes you suggest, sometimes I don't make changes right away. I let them sit in my head for awhile, before doing anything.) First time to see... I knew what a naked man looked like, the shapes, the curves. It wasn't something that interested me before, maybe because I was young. I still didn't care, but here was the chance to see something different. I don't know what compeled me to watch. I hid in the shed and I think he knew I was there. He knows everything and was observent of everything around him, after all he was a Hitokiri. I tried not to blush and feared what he would think of me if I was caught. I peeked out and his back was to me. His sword lay on the ground next to him. It was never far from his reach. Shortly he would be naked and my curousity would be satisfied. What would I do then. I must have made a sound or knocked something because suddenly he turned, and his eyes looked right at me. I was frozen for a moment then I gave a surprising yelp and ran out of the building, embarsed and red in the face. However my mission had been complete, and I had seen him naked. Did that worry me? Yes, because I now feared what would happen next. What could I say to him, what would he say. I couldn't tell anyone, they would just ask questions and want to know more details. This was going to be a secret I carried to my grave. I put on a smile to hide behind and walked back towards the house. The End. Okay this was another one of my 'first' stories. It has a twist to it. Which isn't as obvious at the ending as my other two 'first' stories. So who was this story about? I'll give you a hint. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Remember four years of good friends, bad clothes, explosive chemistry experiments. http://click.egroups.com/1/4051/0/_/802458/_/958772625/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------