Mom said, “You remember Harvey Simpson, Winter.”I reached out my hand, “Of course, good to see you.”Mom took her old-fashioned blue and white ...peckled coffeepot off the stove and poured a cup for me. The three of us sat at that kitchen table where I’d had thousands of meals. Done my homework, argued with Autumn.I glanced at Harvey, been a few years. Time hadn’t been particularly kind to him. Receding hairline had kept creeping backwards. Bifocals thicker than I’d remembered. His slump didn’t. Alex was a beautiful brunette. Last night her long dark hair was soft to the touch and smelled like flowers. This evening it danced on the breeze as she walked toward me. She wore her hair so it framed her rounded face and fell across her shoulders. She was wearing a light blue summer dress that day. It reached to just above her knees, buttoned up the front from her waist to between her breasts, and had a V neckline that offered a nice view of her ample cleavage. Her hazel eyes were her most. His mouth smiled but it lacked humor. He wore a black leather jacket."Thanks, but no thanks, Fink," he said. Then he pushed himself off the pillar he had been leaning against.Fink thought better not to take a drink himself. Even though he already had the bottle with the expensive malt whisky in his hand.The sigh of an automatic slide door saved the awkward moment.A naked girl knelt at the entrance. She only wore a pink, silk collar around her throat. Both men's eyes immediately sank lower to. So, who's up after you?" That would be me, big boy," piped up Luanne. Steve looked at her and raised his eyebrow. "Yep, that's right. Time to see for myself if you're as good as the reports." Fine by me. Let's go, little filly." He reached down to Luanne, and helped her to her feet, then slipped his arm around her waist and guided her out of the room, down the hall, and into his room. He stopped her just inside the door, and turned her to face him."Now, how do you want this? Are you as pushy in.