Maybe unbutton another button, show him a touch of cleavage, get him hard, then send him on his way. Just some harmless, innocent fun."So, back for an...ther shot, eh?" she asked."Yup," he said. "That and maybe another Wonder Woman band-aid." He grinned at her, those green eyes sifting right into her. She smiled at the joke, running a hand through her blonde hair. She watched his eyes tracing the path her hand made, sending a secret smile into her. She opened the door, letting the two of them. My hands! Oh, stop. It’s too much. I’m whimpering inside, maybe outside, too. She makes tiny circles in my palms. Her fingers stroke mine, one at a time—base to tip—pulling me away from my self. Stop! No. No, don’t. Don’t stop—ever. I’ve never been touched in this way. I’m exposed. It’s frightening—and liberating. I ache when I think of all the beauty I’ve allowed to pass me by. A single tear drips onto the floor, and with it goes my fear. All the resistance, all the insecurities, all the. There was a fair supply of widowed and divorced females in standby mode should he ever feel the need but he would rather just sit on his ass and watch sports on the television. Harry would be the first one to admit his girl-chasing days were long over.His bad back forced him to the local massage parlor the next week and he was played like a fiddle by a young black girl who told him, "You sure got good muscle tone for an old guy, mister!" Harry was certain it was well intended but the mention of. Feeling a little self-conscious, Scott pulled his T-shirt back down over the bulge of his stomach. "I didn't feel like it today. Geez! I work all week! Is it too much to ask to spend a little time relaxing? Besides, you always said you like a man with meat on his bones." Meat, yes. Lard, no."Scott bristled, sitting up in the recliner fast enough to make it slam. "You saying I'm fat?" No." Peggy paused a minute. "But you've sure let yourself go. Just a few years ago, you were really trim. And.