“May I…sit down?” I turned over on my back. I was naked except for my underwear I put on earlier after taking a shower. I told her to feel free... I put my hands behind my head. I couldn’t see her at all. It was too dark out. “Will you do something?” she said. I said sure. “Touch me here. Touch me boobs.” WHAT…TOUCH YOUR…BOOBS, I had said to myself. “Will you, please?” I had begun to see her form take shape. She was wearing some kind of gown. What was she wearing beneath it? I sat up. She told. Goodnight.” Wendy turned back to the love letter she had written to Franklin. She blushed at some of the things she had suggested of a sexual nature and glad that Gail had not read these letters. A 50 year-old woman shouldn’t have been that explicit. She was older now by nine years, but it was nice remembering!––––––––––––––––––––––––Wendy arrived at work Monday morning and there was a rose lying on her desk. There was a small card that just said, “Have a great day, Wendy!” and it was signed “A. " You mean, if I say 'Mother, kiss my ass, ' you will?"She nodded again, her eyes growing hot. "That's what I mean."He looked at her for a long time. "All I have to do is say kiss my ass and you get hot?" So hot I come sometimes," she said without shame."Did you now?" No, but my cunt started tingling." Why didn't you come?" Because we're just talking about it," she responded. "If you meant it -- if I knew you meant it -- I'd be coming by now, and so wild with the desire to kiss your ass, you. I pulled along side of her and pulled down my window.“Do you need some help?”“If you wouldn’t mind, could I catch a ride with you?”“Sure. Where are you heading?”“It really doesn’t matter where you’re going. I just want to get out of here.”I opened the door and let her into my SUV. She put her suitcase in my backseat and sat down in my vehicle. She closed the door and I extended my hand to hers.“My name is Joe Morgan and I’d love to give you a ride. I’m on the way to my son’s graduation in New.