Her body started shaking lightly like she was cold; he always had that effect on her. She looked over his face, and smiled. He was forty years old and...really handsome for his age. He had light brown hair, with a sprinkle of grey hair at his temples. He leaned back in his chair and she looked over his clothes. He was wearing conservative khaki pants and a black button down dress shirt, with a purple tie. “So Lindsay, tell me about yourself…boyfriend? How’s college?” He asked letting his eyes. "Xeno was still taking in the strap on the table when he noticed hisMother's skirt riding up her now crossed leg exposing her knee and thigh.Her maternal lap was very well known to the constantly fearful lad as hespent many hours over it, across it and astride it, learning the many,many lessons his Mother Dearest decided he needed to learn.Just the sight of it alone reminded him of his bawling antics as a brushor paddle cracked repeatedly onto his upturned bottom."Well then perhaps it will be. He felt joyous over his little plan. ******************************** Brook and Will were the picture of sublime happiness. They were having sex like bunnies and when they were exhausted from it, they spent time doing all the wonderful things perfectly happy couples do all the time. The played tennis, socialized with friends, watched movies, stayed up all night laughing, Brook was on cloud nine. They decided to go out one night to a fancy dinner just to celebrate a Thursday. It was a perfect. “I’m Anil, and who might you be?”His smile was disarming, and very congenial. Devin decided he seemed okay. “Hi, I’m Devin.”“You went to Cal Tech too? No, couldn’t be.”She looked down at the sweater she was wearing. It was one of Phil’s old ones, “Oh no, it’s Phil’s.”“Of course, you know how I know?”“How?”“I would have remembered you,” he gave her a playful wink. She blushed. He sat down on a seat across from her and continued, “I remember faces, I love people. But I guess that’s my job.