He was very handsome, at least six foot tall. He was wearing a black suit and tie, I could barely keep my eyes off him. I removed my headphones and as...ed how I could be of assistance.He smiled and asked if he could join me.I looked along the bench and said, "Yes."He sat looking at me. "I’m sorry to bother you," he said, "but I just took a chance, hoping you’d talk to me. I’d like to get to know you. My name is James." Do you always come up to strange women like this?" I asked.He smirked.. I can only revert back to my true self, the Hawk, once your mind and heart releases me to do so.’ ‘Why do that then?’ he asked. ‘Because it’s to gain your trust. To prove to you that I am more than a mere fantasy of thought, that I am with you always, in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.’ ‘So that was you!’ he said incredulously. ‘You caused me to fall off that ledge!’ ‘Yes…because only you had the power to free the fawn, as great as the Stag was, he was powerless to help. But like the. “Guys who have a thing about their mothers, and can afford to pay for the fantasy. So they must all be young and rich.”“Good guess Marsha, but not completely right. Some old rich guys remember how they felt when their mum was young. Money and fantasy, that’s what it’s all about. That’s what I learned on my holiday. try to imagine that you were once a young man, full of hormones and not knowing much, and now and then you caught a glimpse of your mum getting dressed, or in the bathroom, or maybe. Instead she looked over the pile of older clothes,wrinkling her nose over the outdated styles. These were clothes she wouldhave sworn her grandmother would had worn; still she pulled out a simplebra, and a black dress with numerous flowers patterned over it surface.As she picked up the bra, something unusual happened as her arms suddenlyleft her control and attached the bra with little to no effort. Withinseconds, the cream colored bra softly nestled her ample breasts; shesighed as their weight.