Folks, this is America, the land of overweight people! Being in her forties, the mother of two, a career woman, and a wife, Kay looked her age, but no... in a bad way. Kay was good-looking and still had a decent body. She was curvy in the right spots, sporting a medium C top and hips which flared nicely from the waist. Her hair was salon coiffed and colored dirty blonde. Her nails were groomed and painted to perfection. Kay’s lip coloring was a seductive pink. Her combination of attitude and. ” I panted. “What?” “Start it over so they can’t hear us!” I demanded. He slid a hand off of my hip, started the washer up again and then slid it back on. The room was getting even hotter and sweat was all over my face, neck and breasts. I needed out. But this was too good. He then turned me around, sat me on the counter top and seductively spread my legs. I propped my left up on the window sill and held my right up. Sliding into me, he deeply kissed me with his lusciously pouty lips and. Top that.With barely a break for lunch, we took every King's Gate we could. Magically eating the leagues that would have taken days of riding. By sunset, we were nearing the snowline.Gaku, looking extremely uncomfortable riding a horse, closed the gap between us, "Blaster told me you were a Poet. He said you were pretty good. Was he serious? You wrote poetry?" What is so hard to believe?" I had decided to advance the boy's education, training him in the art of warfare and in the art of. Again. I heard footsteps coming from the other end of the small platform, obviously a female from the sound of the shoes on the concrete, and to relieve the boredom of counting along to the ticks of the station clock I glanced over. Then, for just a brief moment, time stood still. It was her! It HAD to be her! WAS it her?! It had been many years since the first time I saw her, but I instantly recognised that face.....I should explain a little bit who HER was...Twenty years ago, on my way home.