anytime she would see the branches of aloe vera she would be caught by surprise; those tall, moist, freckled branches; she would swear they belonged to a girl; no there was no flower standing there at the window; there was a girl with moist, smooth, freckled thighs; and wicked they were; she wanted to sense that smooth curve, that soft skin; how she would pass her fingers eagerly along the flesh; they made her long; any time;