“We were wondering when you would show up.” Lucy giggled.“You knew I was coming? I’m looking for Cecil and Martha Swanson. They are my Grandpa...ents.” Diane said, “I went to their home, but they’re gone.”“How are you related to Captain Robert Swanson?” Jenny asked.“He’s my cousin,” Diane said.Jenny looked up at the man standing there.“Cousin? It has been a while since I’ve seen you.” Robert Swanson said.Diane stood up while passing her son to Jenny, “Bobby. Thank God. Grandma and Grandpa????”. Hopes ... whatever. Whatever we had was over three decades ago. We can recollect the past, but we can’t recover the past. Heraclitus’ river is far downstream. But I have hopes of remaining a friend. Perhaps your most salient female friend.”“‘Most salient’?”“‘Best friend’ sounds silly.”“True. Now, tell me about the spaces in your building.”“Only one is actually in my building. The other is in a building on Brougham Street, just a bit closer to the CBD.”“And... ?”“The one in my building is on the. She wore a red stretchy blouse with a black Georgia ‘G’ on it, that had long sleeves but was short, bottoming out a couple of inches above her belly button; which had a Silver Georgia Bulldog silhouette dangling from her pierced navel. She had on silver Georgia Bulldog earrings and she had put her long straight dark hair into school girl style ponytails that hung to each side with red ribbons and of course the little Georgia ‘G’ sticker on her left cheek (every UGA coed does that.) I took one. You move her bra downward and pinch her nipples between you thumb and forefinger. She moans again. The noises stop, seems like you’re finishing the undressing. So much for taking it slow. Sounds of movement start up once more, sounds like you’re on the couch. You’re touching each other, slowly, it’s very quiet. I can hear you speaking, but I can’t make out the words, more sounds of movement follow. You’re moving on the couch, I hear the sounds of feet on the floor. I can hear you moaning..