Why the fuck is she here? My heart is still bearing the scar from where she split it that time. That last time in the city when I was with her, in the...snow. When the trees were bending under their cold burden and I was breaking under mine. I don’t think she even noticed. She stretches hugely and puts her feet on my leg and I’m suddenly flooded with warm fuzzy feelings. Those god-awful cloying feelings that well up and undermine my foundations, wash away my pride, erode my careful indifference.. I checked around to make sure there was no one around and no security cameras as well. I then walked towards the toilet and pushed the door open. She was standing with her back to me washing her hands but saw my reflection in the mirror. I only had seconds to act before she starts screaming and there was no time to prepare my chloroform or risk a karate chop which might not knock her out. I immediately ran forward, grabbed hold of her hair and pushed her head into a water trough in the. “But there’s a fire engine red dress hanging here waiting for someone.”“She’ll be along,” I said. –--“Grace Kelly did not look any better than you do in that dress,” Arianna told Nicky as she did a slow turn before a full-length mirror. “Makes my wedding dress look like something you’d find at Goodwill. But then, I eloped.”“I can’t believe you didn’t have a spectacular dress,” Nicky said, not taking her eyes off her own image.“It wasn’t bad,” Arianna agreed. “It looked like something Bud Wilson. "Oh, lots better, no complaints here," I told her, after all she had beautiful breasts, I'd seen her in a bikini and, well, she's thirty-seven and looks twenty-seven."Maybe I need to ask what brought this all about, though I'm sure not wanting it to stop?" Well, it's no secret, Stan, that my interest in sex is not what it used to be and, well, about three weeks ago, Janet and I were talking and she told me she was nothing but horny these days. So, I asked her if she might like to share my.