‘No, I was worried about you. I was afraid that you would come back with a broken heart or a broken neck.’ ‘Well Debbie is an attractive, vivaci...us woman, but not nearly as special as the woman I married.’ ‘You got that right buster,’ she laughed. They sat together in silence for awhile until she looked up at him with a small question in her eyes. ‘She didn’t draw her swords for or against you?’ ‘No, but how did you know about the swords?’ His wife looked at him stony-faced. ‘Promise me you. A couple of minutes later we saw Uncle's gray Ford through the plate glass of the restaurant. Mother was sitting next to him in the front seat of the car, we got into the car and as we drove back home no one spoke. It surprised me since I had expected mother to ask us what we had done in town and if we had met many of our friends. But instead she just sat in front very quietly and she didn't say a single word on our way back home. I was certainly grateful for that since it prevented me, and. She loved how his body moved; the tan muscle of his sleek arms and chest drove her crazy. Kevin was cleaning out his garage, and she was able to watch his amazing movements furtively enough, or so Sandra thought. “Well lookie who it is, how long have you been standing there, staring at me?” Kevin sauntered over to her (that walk though, oh my lord that man could walk, she thought,) then took her hand and kissed it, very slowly. She felt his touch all the way through her body, trying not to. " I led Mit to my living room couch, gave her a hug, and had her sit down. "Let me get you a glass of tea, and then I'll try to answer your questions."I was only out of the living room a few minutes. When I returned, I was startled to see Mit standing in front of my hallway mirror. She seemed to be admiring and assessing herself. She was lifting her breasts as if weighing them and pushing them together. She slid her hands down and rubbed her flat belly. Her nipples were trying to push through.