The apartment had been closed up for three years, it had a smell to it. The smell of dampness, the first thing I did was open all the windows for fres... air to circulate in the flat. Everything was just how I remembered it. Family pictures of Sarah and I, magazines we use to read scattered on the coffee table, even our slippers next to our side of the bed. Feeling a heaviness in my chest as I entered each room.“Hello is there anyone there.” It was the ladies voice from upstairs.At the front. “I mean, he could be like 30, right?” Frieda blushed when she asked that. That raised Kirk’s eyebrow in a serious manner. “Or 40? I dunno. Old.”“40’s old is it?” The forty eight year old man grabbed his daughter and they fought till they were both laughing.“Yeah, most people don’t get undead like you.” Frieda was overcoming the laughter when she finally pushed her father off.“OK, Kiddo. Dinner tomorrow and you can show me the coin and all the work you did.” He kissed her hair and put the gaming. I nearly crumble to the floor right then and there, and am grateful that your strong arms are there to hold me up. I wrap my arms around your neck as our kiss deepens, mouths opening slightly to allow tongues to introduce themselves. You then lift me up, surprising me once again. I’ve never been lifted before and was amazed at your strength to do so. I giggle softly like a little girl at the surprise and lean in for more of your electric kisses.You carry me to the bed and lay me down on. Dressed in a short black skirt, heels and seamed stockings, she escorts me to the garden beside the pool.You greet me with a smile, hand me a glass of cool clear liquid. I take a sip before I lean in to kiss you gently, lips grazing lips, sharing the taste of the liquid.I put my glass down, my arms creep around your waist and I draw you in, our lips meeting, softly, lips parting, my tongue licking Your lips, teasing, searching for your open mouth searching for your tongue. Your arms encircle.