"Yes, sweetheart," and for some weird reason, my own thirty-eight-year-old heart started beating faster just by the way she softly said my name."You c...uldn't stop yourself from looking?" Her long and thick eyelashes fluttered as she nervously blinked.Even though she used the lowest, raspier tone of her sexy, young voice, I knew she wasn't teasing me, and her doubt was genuine. Ava had severe problems with the way her petite body looked, her slim shape, hips only wide enough so her thin thighs. Terrible fashion faux pas but it managed to make me so horny. I couldn't jog, because I was so wet and distracted, and then I set off in the wrong direction. So I walked then and as I was convinced people were going to notice I faked a limp so it would allow me an excuse not to run. My nerves were on edge, did yesterday really happen, was it a dream and was I about to make a fool of myself? Jenny was waiting for me in the window and rushed to open the door when I arrived. As soon as the door. He sat on his driver seat and started the car and went off, but she did looked at me through her rear window, I waved my hand a little. I was wondering who she was, I wished I meet her again. After sometime my friend came and we went for celebration but my heart and mind was still thinking about her.It was around 2 o clock in d midnight I came back, as I entered the gate I saw a lady and a man coming near the parking. To my surprise she was it.. Bingo !! In my mind,,her husband sat on the car. He was slight, with blond curly hair, handsome, and cute in a sort of ‘shy little boy’ way. I liked him, and though I still wore glasses (and still had to slide them back up my nose) I had filled out a little in all the right places, and was becoming sort of pretty. Henry would look over at me when he though I wasn’t noticing, and he would look away quickly when I turned in his direction. In the orchestra, he was around the bend to my left, and a couple of rows back. Back then, I was the lead.