One that opened his eyes and made him feel worth. After years of being beaten with words, guilt and suffocated by control, he lost that worth. It danc...d in the distance never getting closer but yet never going further away. A word that filled his eyes with desire. With a passion to live. A reason to love. God gave him a reason. A reason to be a better man. There was now a sense of purpose and a realization that there is truly good in the world. Chris continued to pray words to his friend.. I would be walking straight toward him.Just to be careful I looked to my left where I saw Mr. Bozeman sitting on his back porch talking on his phone. He was facing the backyard but if he turned his head just a little, he would have a clear view. I decided to just walk out to the car, casual. If I ran, I would probably attract attention. “Here goes,” I said with a nervous grin.The man was still doing the sidewalk by the mailbox, but he seemed to concentrate on his work. The two mowers moved at a. “Really?” she asked.“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve thought they were sexy for a long time.”Considering her age, that might have disturbed her, but it didn’t. He’d been watching her for a long time, probably longer than she’d been fantasizing about him. That made this moment even more perfect in her eyes. His hand moved to the front of her panties. She moaned and parted her legs, wanting him to touch her.He was feeling how warm she was there, how moist her panties had become. The odor of her. Martha looked up and commented, "You two appear to be in a good mood. What have you found that's so amusing?"Misty caught her breath. "Nancy was comparing traveling by transporter stream to trying to ride a limp dick."Nancy blushed and retorted, "That's not what I said! Misty said that stepping onto a nexus was a rush. I told her that after a few rides she'll find the transporter about as exciting as a limp dick."Martha observed, "That sounds terribly juvenile of you both. I'm not sure flying.