A white bikini with a transparent cover up that flowed in the gentle breeze covered her body and glowed in the diminishing sunlight. Her dark hair was...long and slightly curly; wafting about her face in the gentle breeze, her hand rose every now and then to draw it away from her face every once in a while. He was fascinated watching her move gracefully towards him. There was something familiar about her; but he just couldn't place her in his mind no matter how hard he tried. His gaze never. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. There was my Mom lying on the bed with nothing on except her bra. She had her fingers stuck in her pussy and was finger fucking herself furiously. All the time she was calling, " Jeff, Jeff, Oh Jeff why did you leave me. I've been so lonely and horny since you've died." At first I thought she was talking about me, then I realized she was talking to my Dad. Or the memory of my Dad. " God I need a man," she continued as she stroked herself. Her other hand went. "Angique? Hello?"The phone rang three times before Angique decided to pick it up. She hid her swollen eyes behind her black hair, rubbing the tears and the snot from her nose before answering."I'm here." Are you all right, Angique?" What do you think?" I don't know..." Of course you don't." Are you ... are you mad at me?"Silence. Angique arched her back, taking a deep breath."Yes," she said. "Yes, I guess I'm mad." But..." Never mind, honey. So you feel for this woman Pamela like you never felt. She had a light purple lipstick which accentuated her looks. She said she was working in a software company in India and now in Dubai for a project for a large bank. Our coffee arrived and we started talking about our jobs, interests, movies, etc.We both could sense a positive vibe and were very comfortable with each other as if we were longtime friends. I asked her about my earlier stories. She said she felt really hot when she read them. I know where this will end up, so I didn’t discuss.