Later that day,Mort woke up from a long sleep he started after arriving home from New London,in attempt to clear his thoughts.

He then heard a noise around his house,and saw a weird light coming from outside.He got up quickly and walked slowly to the front door,grabbing his flashlight in the way.

He opened the door,and then looked back inside the house,to his fireplace,thinking he should have picked up a fire poker in case of being someone dangerous.

"Who's there?"He screamed and saw the light turning to his side,it was probably coming from an oil lamp which he thought weird.

Then he realized it was walking towards him,it was someone shorter then him,and kept coming closer.

"Who are you?"Mort asked,angry.

"Don't worry about me,sir" Said a feminine voice,with a dutch accent,probably fake "I'm from Netherlands and I got lost into these woods"Naima showed up with a smile "Could would give me shelter in trade for some beer?"

"No,I really don't think so" Mort answered smiling "What are you doing around here?"

"I'm camping with my friends in the woods…"She answered approaching him.

"But you're alone here…"He said putting his head out of the door and looking around "Got lost?"

"No,actually,we found out that living without electricity is not as easy as we thought so…We split to find something helpful…could you give me a hand?"

"Yeah,sure,what do you need?"

"Matches would be really good"She said with a pleading smile.

"Come in,I'll get it for you"He said walking away so she could come in.

"Oh it's cozy and warm in here!"She said in a lament tone and Mort laughed.

"But it must be quit more fun out there,with your friends"Mort said laughing and walking to the kitchen to get the matches.

"Yeah…they're a bunch of crazy teenagers,actually…but I think that's why it's so fun"Naima said and Mort came form the kitchen handing her the matches.

"Enjoy while you can…once you're old and tired like me…"

"Thank you very much but I have to disagree with you Mr.Rainey"Naima interrupted him and he looked at her curious "You're not old at all."

"Oh,you're just too sweet and polite to tell me otherwise"Mort said walking her to the door.

"No,I mean it."Naima said walking out of the door,Mort by the door "You look….great,Mr.Rainey"

"Well,Miss Wallace.When you say that and call Mr.Rainey right after it's kinda contradictory"

"Can I call you Mort, then?"

"Sure."

"Call me Naima then."

"Ok…Naima.Good night then."He said as she walked away.

"Good night,Mr…Mort"She said laughing,embarrassed while walking away and waving.

Mort watched her as she walked into the woods,and then closed the door.

He walked back to the couch and before sitting looked at himself in the mirror.He had the most foolish,amazed smile on his face.He shook his head,feeling a fool,because giggles and crushes are usual to teenagers but not to grown men like him.

He sat on the couch,and ran his trough his hair,laying down looking at ceiling.

"She's quite babe isn't she? "Said a voice in his hand.

"Yeah,really a babe,she's only a child,for God's sake"Mort answered to himself.

"But you don't look at her like 'she's only a child ' "Mort was silent now,thinking.He really had been having some unappropriated thoughts about Naima.He remembered when he saw her,walking away..No,he couldn't think about that,it'd only be another argument for whoever was talking inside his head,but it was too late,the voice spoke again "Especially when she has her back turned to you"

The words brought back the memory of Naima,walking back to the woods,his wandering trough the shape of her body,her hips,her legs… "She's doesn't look much like a child does she?"

"But she is a child.The way she talks,acts…"the voice interrupted him.

"You'd really preferred if she acted otherwise wouldn't you?'The voice said,and right in that second,the sight of Naima coming inside the chalet,with a malicious smile,unzipping her jacket,walking towards him,showed up in front of his eyes.

He sat down,scared,and Naima sat in the border of the couch,leading her hands to his robe.

"Naima,you…"Mort said but she kept approaching her face to his.

"I'm just a child,yeah,right,see if I care"Naima said taking one of her legs to Mort's side,and sitting in his lap,she started kissing his neck.Mort closed his eyes,feeling her so close to him.and then opened it quickly.

"We can't do that."Mort said trying to push her away.

"Tell me you don't want it…and I stop"She said and kept on kissing his neck.

"I can't do…"He started but she interrupted him,stopped kissing him and stood face to face with him.

"You can't…but do you want it?" She asked,Mort focused himself,and sighed.

"No" He answered.

"Then you won't have it" Naima voice echoed all around the room but she had disappeared.

Mort looked around confused,and there was no sign of her.He got up and ran to the mirror,there were no marks of lipstick or anything else in his neck.He stood there for a while,and then pulled his robe close to his nose.There was a vague sweet smell,he figured it was hers.

"How can it be?She has never touched you before,Mr.Rainey"

"Oh,you better shut up"Mort said,heading back to the couch,and laying down,decided to leave this subject behind.

A few days later Mort got back to New London,not even he knew why,he woke up one morning,put his bonnet on and left in his car.

While riding trough the town,something called his attention,a group of teenagers,probably in school's out.Boys all dressed in long sleeved shirt and long pants,and ties.Girls in short skirts and white shirts,and long socks.Mort was surprised that there were still schools like that.

Then,in the middle of a group of girls,giggling and talking,was Naima.

"Now,there's the reason why we're here…" The voice said.

"I didn't know she would be here" Mort said.

"Well,she lives here,she's a teenager,then she studies,so to find her,you just had to look for the whole town for a school,until you found her,and that's exactly what you did."

Mort stopped the car,away from the school,but it was still in his sight.

"Now,you'll stalk the girl,that's a good start"The voice said sarcastically.

"I'm not stalking…I'm just…thinking" Mort said without taking his eyes of the school.

"Yeah…thinking…about how you'll take the her to your bed"

"I'm not thinking about that!I'd never think that…"

"But you are thinking about her"

"Maybe…"

"Maybe…you should go there and talk to her"A voice coming from the passenger's seat,Mort turned around and saw a young man standing outside his car.

"Who are you?"Mort asked,the boy smiled and answered.

"I'm Naima's cousin,Alfred"