She imagined herself peeling off her shorts and riding bottomless too, riding stark naked, her wet cunt slipping against the bicycle seat, her tits bo...ncing and free. If some farmer came along in his pickup truck he'd drive off the road trying to get a look at her. The idea made her laugh and cheered her up.She came to a bridge over a small stream. A couple of boy's bikes lay half-concealed in the ditch near the bridge, and Debby stopped to look around. She remembered that afternoon years ago. "Luke? Even though you're asleep you can still hear my voice..."I reinforced her desire to do this, and how happy it made her. She wouldknow it was worth it, and would have the courage to finish what I'dstarted, to make her body into that which would make her happy. I didn'ttell her to love me; I needed to know her feelings for me were allnatural. But then I got to the real reason I'd done this, and though Ifelt a little guilty, it was just an artist leaving their signature ontheir work..."And. Certainly not in a physical sense. He was short, fat and seemed to sport his long, greasy hair with a pride that defied its stringy appearance. I arranged for a private room and two meals; tonight's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast.I found a small table by the fireplace and sat facing the middle of the room. The crowd here didn't look all that rough, but I didn't want to let any opportunistic types come to the opinion that I was an easy mark. To emphasize the point, I sat and played with the. Do you want to be?" Julian asked. "You know what kind ofperson I am. So it's really you who must decide if you want us to bemore than just friends." Let me think about that," he said. "Write to me often." I'll keep in touch but please look after all my stuff Dennis. I'll seeyou soon," Julian said giving him a close hug and then putting on hiscoat. Dennis left to go up to his apartment with Julian's other casefull of belongings."Mrs Mackie?" Julian called at his landlady's door on the way out..