. but I broke through his shell ... he had opened up a lot to me...I'd dreamed of dolphins long before I met him, every time waking up hornier than ev...r. I never quite put the two together 'til I met him, though ... John was ... very different.He'd been born in Maine, lived there all his life ... I only met him by chance after crashing at my brother's up there, having just fallen out of a bad relationship. I saw him nearly every day walking the beach with his German Shepherd by the beach. He. It never occurred to me that she might be lying in a hospital somewhere following an accident or worse.Until the separation, Mom was a stay-at-home mom, but made a point of always being properly dressed, and not going about in a housecoat or lounging pajamas or the like until after nine at night when visitors were unlikely.I formed a mental image of her on a typical morning, stopping before the full-length mirror to check herself out. I saw her adjusting her clothing, touching her hair,. The men made life easy; nice dinners, nice cars, decent enough sex. She didn't put much into a relationship -- because of her looks she never had too. She didn't have the exaggerated features of a fashion model, and didn't stand out in a room like the blondes with the big lips and big tits, but up close she had always been the prettiest girl in the room.Her parents raised a few horses and owned a saddle and tack shop on the outskirts of Denver. They were hard working people with hard working. Both I and my mother were use to walking in and trying on ashoe and if it fit and we liked it we'd ask for the other to try on andwalk around in. In the country they use to only look in the front windowand if it wasn't there they'd just normally walk on to the next store.The same thing happened with the clothing stores.About 30 minutes of this sort of shopping, had me bored. We stoppedoutside a women's fashion boutique and I decided to walk in instead oflooking at the outside. The others called.