Innocence

Am I good looking? I ask myself everyday when I get ready for work. I can't feel my handsome charms into my two hands, I touch to feel but no, it can't satisfy me. I try to live as casual I can be, my dude beard with leftover hairstyle is not looking bad on me for five years now. I normally like my shaved face but for last five years I am loving it. I am amazed by my own choices though. I am just a single guy whose life is full with himself. As much as I see into my eyes, that dark hazel brown eyes can't say the depth of itself. The inner soul that is been through so many things, can't explain himself why he coloured his hair brunette with blonde highlights whereas it was copper brown. I learned to love myself after that unforgettable experience of my life before that day I loved others especially my children, I couldn't live without them, their life was everything to me. My everyday started with them, their lives, their dreams, their future expectations and certainty of stability everything even their love life and marriage life was my prime concern of life but now, it depends only on my interest. I love to spend whole weekends with them sometimes late night screwing with my young students are not bad at all. Smirk of light touch of smile showed to his face with pleasure and hidden hatred. They all were and still are innocent alright but in little bit provocative ways. How can I explain to those naive parents about their innocent kids?

I am famous of being a brilliant scholar from abroad who studied on his scholarship expenses, earned few medals from here and there for being brilliant but returned to his own country to serve as one of a patriotic loyalty and every third month, sixth month of a year travel to abroad, to take special classes. Special benefits of being an earned medalist as historic sample of brilliance. Getting any women in my life is not that much of a hardwork but I love to use my scholarly finger on my little girls to make them a grownup woman for their true jealous lovers. I still can't figure out the reason behind all the jealousy. I am just a one time professor of my little innocent girls who always try to encourage them to be a self confident, to love their prospective lovers more but before that they have to forget me. They are so crazy for me that sometimes, I really wants to have a real relationship with them, some even cry to me before our departures then I have to use my scholar finger to them if they are too naively innocent and cute when I can't stop my emotions to flow back to them. I try to contain my emotions by using only one finger, I named it scholar finger who loves to go in and out and touch them for only once. It's a farewell gifts from me to my beloved students. After that they never came to me.

Knock, knock....knock, knock....knock, knock whose there? No one supposed to come in this hour. What is the time now? Half past midnight, hmmm, who can be this seductress? My new innocent student who is clumsily asking me out to help her at this time or something about runaway stories. I can't decide but I open the front door, hmmm, interesting no one is there, is this a prank or joke, I can't decide it either. Then I remember, ah, it was my mobile's new alert sound for incoming messages, I changed it this morning to knocking door sound. When I check out my mobile phone there is a few voice messages waiting for me. Hmmm, interesting, voice messages from an unknown caller, who know what it is? Threatening from student's ex or prospective future boyfriend or a seeking help from me. With curiosity, I opt to listen the voice messages, it is a girl's voice, a song that is telling a story of her own life. I never heard this kind of song before, only in her voice, no musical instrument is being used, a song of her love life that she was dreaming for her entire life, she found him but her soundless voice could not tell him, how much she loved him. Extremely seductive voice of her making me to think, if I could be that lucky person, as I was thinking that the voice messages end there. Is that necessary? Fate can be so injustice for sometimes. Such a beautiful song with gorgeously reminiscent music and lovely voice. When I try to listen it again, it is not working, the voice message file is destroyed. It was designed for once to play.

Who could be that woman? Such a beautiful voice! My ears seems to longing for her voice, more to listen. If only I knew, that voice mail is self destructive, never happened to me such a mystical, honeyed, balderdash thing in my life. I have a secret admirer or it was a simple practical joke, can't differ, but it was a beautiful voice message. From my own habitual mind, I have to check out my daily emails, hmm, interesting email address only_yours@woohoo.com, I never knew such a mail address even exist, wow, nice, I like it. Who can that be? Sent an attachment file too with voice mail. Probably another divas, I can't help it but I even forget to hate it because I love the attention. I opened the message as humbly as I could with my soft mouse click, there it is, same voice mail from my mobile and her resume. Ouch, to me, she is not just any girl, she is a biochemist, another medalist, interested to stay a while with me, wow, why am I being attracted by a biochemist? It's like biting my own tongue but she is a good looking, brilliant without a doubt and her hobby is singing an opera. What could be worse to me? Never got such a proposal in my past so why not. I accepted to keep her, I know those references she gave it to me. I accepted her proposal and requested her to tell me when she is coming, I will get her. After that I just aiming for my comfortable bed best than having naively jealous and amateur girlfriend. It's a real headache to have such a relation, they always manage to end up in another handsome guy's arms, worse than that they are always brilliantly innocent than me. Men get attracted to such things especially my haters who can't manage the temptation of getting the best from my stock of beauties but still I couldn't make myself a hater of such beauties.

Mmmmm, good beauty sleep it was, I don't know who gave this name but evening sleep or napping is known as beauty sleep, people who loves themselves take this sleep, it makes anyone more beautiful as the saying goes.

I need to get ready for my cocktail party but before that I have to do mild exercise for atleast 15 minutes, I have to wake myself from inside.

At the end of my exercise, someone pushed my doorbell, twice it ranged already, before it went to third, I almost ran into my door. When I opened my door, at first I saw no one then someone from downward called my name then I saw her, it is her, the voicemail girl who I said to come over to live with me but so soon and she is a very tiny person, probably 4.8 inch, I never saw someone so little in my life, I am 6.2 inch almost. I just seeing blank for a second, then I came to my conscious and ask her to come in. She reintroduced herself to me, I have forgotten her name, she reminded me that, Layla noel from Harvard university, biochemist, here to attend a conference on magnetic fields of earth and the satellite. Inviting me too, to attend this conference, it's a very interesting subject for them and they are also going to chit chat about it. I just nodded with her excitement. She is very mild minded girl, I like that, I showed her the room, she explained to me in her apologetic voice about her haste to be with me. She came early for the sightseeing tour, so when I accepted her proposal, she flew to my apartment as soon as she could.

I thought she was shy girl at first but when she came to me in the middle of the night in her birth wear, completely in her fleshy smooth skin to sleep the night away with me because she couldn't sleep alone then I understood my mistake.

She watched a horror movie and couldn't sleep. She couldn't sleep even with her night dress. Her skin was sensitive especially at night to sleep around with her dress.

She even asked me if it makes me uncomfortable if she sleeps with me without any dress on.

As gentleman as ladies knows me, I couldn't say no to her and let her sleep with me without anything on to her.

I don't know what happened that night, I couldn't resist her welcoming arms, her whispering voice to my ears, to hold her close, to make her safe, to make her forget about the horrible terror from the movie that frightened her that much.

I didn't know if I did it right or not but I tried my best every night from that night until her last night with me.

In the end of her stays, she left me a small pink box in my room, where a small little girl in her bare skin with tiny little red heart sat on the ground, it's a paper clip set with same looking paper weight, very small in size, no one can understand at first glance though. She kept a note for me as well, to my remembrance of those terrified nights with her love.

I just can't resist the temptation of shyly smiling to my bravery towards her innocence.