She turned with the movie and I noticed her eyes were unfocused and dazed. She put the movie on a small table and whispered, “hurry,” and walked o...er to the lounger in front of the tv. She undid her jeans and pushed them down and leaned down on the arm of the lounger. “hurry!,” she whispered in a husky voice, more insistently. Now my heart was racing. I could still turn and run up the stairs but I didn’t. Without thinking I undid my belt and pulled my pants down and found myself ready. I saw. It wasn’t until we dated for a couple years that I found out I was seven years older than her.”“So, you want to go back to that day, and simply not meet her?” Susan reasoned.“That or, I could go back before we met and get her involved in someone else?” I thought out loud.“Would you need me to go with you to do either of those things? I felt younger and more vibrant back in ‘58!”“Well, I guess I could do them alone. I was looking forward to taking some trips with you, though,” I said with a bit. Lauren was the self-appointed guardian. She knew enough basic anatomy and enough about first aid and CPR that she could gauge when to step in and when to let them go, but they were getting closer and closer to that line."She ready?" Peter barked.Lauren nodded. "Peter. I think maybe you're..."He pushed past her and went into the garage. She watched him, six-foot-two of pure muscle, short cut hair, shirtless and wearing only black satin boxing shorts. The sweat made him glisten, his muscles. He shook his head. ‘No girlfriend?’ ‘I’m single as a pringle baby.’ He said. She said Pringles came in a tube and where never alone so the metaphor didn’t make any sense, but he interrupted her with a kiss. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her in close, his lips soft and tender. Way different than she’d expected. She kissed him back. Soft. His hand laying in her neck, caring, tickling the nape of her neck, scrabbling fingers caressing her back, in between the shoulder blades..