But Ian, I don’t think it will help. The coffee is getting cold like it always does when I’m typing away at my computer. You never seem to mind th...ugh, wrapped up in your own thoughts as you ask, ‘Want another cup?’ How different we are and how quiet the same. Your detachment almost complimentary to mine, even after all these years. Should we call it love? Why not? Yes, you always have a funny way of putting things, too. You’re funny. You always have a way of putting a smile on my face, knowing. Even thenI wasn’t thinking anything inappropriate at the time, Iinhaled through my nose to get a deeper smell.Evidently it was far more obvious what I was doing thanI intended and she gasped with a look of shock. Ireached up intending to push her off of me but before Igot the chance she rose up on her knees and begansliding her shorts covered crotch across my mouth andnose. I though about how wrong it was, but by then thesweet smell of the first sniff was in full effect andeveryone after. Could she have gotten something similar to what I had gotten? “Wow you look great, but somehow different.” “Really?” She stopped slouching for a bit. She was a really shy woman. She was sexy as could be but always unassuming. No matter what she did or how sexy she did it, she was clearly not aware of what she could do to men, especially me. She turned around and I got an eyeful. Her waist and hips were nearly like a Barbie dolls. Her wide curvaceous hips setoff by an unbelievably narrow waist.. She asked, “Are you alright?”“Answering your questions made me think about how Dad would have loved you. It caused me to miss him so much.”“But aren’t you supposed to see him in a few days?”Caught in the lie Bart remembered something his Mom used to say about weaving a tangled web when attempting to deceive; and how one lie just led to another and another. At that point, Bart made a critical decision, and said, “Bonnie, let’s go back to the hotel for a few minutes. I need to show you something.