” Raven said, sliding me my glasses.“K.” I said, grabbing my shot of blood and lifting it to my mouth.“But maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll cal... you Daddy later.” Raven continued.I nearly choked on the liquid but managed to keep it going down my mouth.“Uhm, so, uhm, where is your friend? The blond? Jill?” I stammered, looking behind the bar for the other bartender. In her place was an extremely thin redhead wearing a skirt and a white button up shirt.“She didn’t come in today. I need to get back to. "It was nice spending time with my sister and her family. Of course it got me to thinking more about my life.The next morning I was headed over to the shop and saw a sign advertising donuts. It made me laugh and think of Dad and Mom. I stopped the car and decided to go get a cup of coffee and a couple of donuts. When I walked in and spotted the woman behind the counter I began laughing. She was old enough to be my grandmother. She was an elderly woman probably in her seventies or older. She. For the next 20 minutes or so, we talked business, exchanged some papers, ordered lunch and behaved professionally. I admit that I took a couple of peeks down her blouse, and was becoming slightly aroused. We finished business just as the food arrived.We eat and engaged in small-talk. After we finished, I just sat and listened to her talk about her apartment building, while I had a little fantasy about her bedroom.“You’re not listening anymore.” She teased.“Uh, Sure I was.” I lied. She gave me. I'll be right back.”She left the room and I watched her again as she turned. There was something so sexy about her body beneath the clown outfit. I looked around the room again, and saw a lifetime of memories sitting on shelves, hanging on walls and displaying on the fire place mantle. Before I could think about it to much, she returned, smiling and holding two glasses of red wine. I took mine and sipped.“Thank you for coming over, by the way, I know I don't know you very well, but Wendy told.