"Do you want to dance?"Molly's smile faltered just a little. "I don't think I'm ready for a fast dance yet. At least, not in these shoes. Maybe the ne...t slow one, though, okay?" Okay, your loss," he replied. He grabbed Andi's hand, and they boogied off to dance.Josh did manage to cajole Molly into dancing after awhile, and she got more animated as the evening progressed, until flashes of the old Molly started coming through. Everybody was feeling terrific about the progress she exhibited,. Here I am in my late seventies, pushing eighty wondering where my life went. I've had a good life. I've been married over fifty years to the same woman, with five grown offspring and a ton of grandkids. There's even a couple of great grandkids.As far as my family goes, I don't have any regrets. But as of late, I often wonder if I had to do it all over again, would I change much of my past. I know we can't go back and have do-over's, but I wish I could have taken one week back then and lived it. Not now.It was almost five o'clock when she'd finished the last report. Hardcopies in hand, she marched solemnly down the deserted hallway and dropped the thick folder on the Captain's desk. She wandered back by the task force meeting room, flipped the lights on and walked around, studying the charts and pictures adorning the walls.They called the guy the Stateline Rapist, and he was the hottest thing going in the Kansas City newspapers. He was also a jurisdictional nightmare. Two cities, two. When I was home, the first thing I did was to strip off all my clothes and examining my nude body in the mirror. I let my hands run down my body, from my shoulders over my C-cup breasts, along my waist and my hips, down my legs to my feet. My skin was smooth but still felt sticky, today I would sleep in the whirlpool, I decided. I picked up my slimy, soaking wet slip, sniffed on it and pressed my lips together. 'Fucking wetness', I thought, my hand wandering to my crotch, every other issue was.