He watched her not as a predator but rather as if studying her for an essay he would write later. From the way she hummed some nameless tune as she wa...hed the usual large Sunday breakfast dishes, her wide hips swishing side to side almost hypnotically, to how fast her mood changed when something Garry's older sister spoke to ignite her to anger. Later, her daughter gone out yet again her son distant as usual - mother retired to the garden to work before sitting to read and drink her iced tea.. ." Hey," I sigh happily. "What's with your hair?" What about it?" Sarah asks, flicking her long brown hair off of herbare shoulders."You haven't tied it up," I say. "Can't remember the last time youwent to a party with your hair down..." Meh, thought it was time for a change," Sarah says, though I can tellby the way she's constantly flicking her hair back that she's asirritated by it as she always is whenever it's not tied into aponytail or into one of her elaborate updos. Inevitably, less than. “This will be more comfortable than on the beach. Maybe not as romantic, but if we turn the lights down low, I think I can pretend that I am on a moonlight beach with a very handsome lover.”Grace stood up and smiled with that cute, mischievous smile of hers. I started unbuttoning my shirt as I watched Grace unbutton her blouse. We were soon in nothing but our underwear. Grace turned the bed covers down. I went to her and took her in my arms. The kisses were long and maybe a bit frantic, and I. He would just harmlessly brush his fingers over my waist, My neck but never anything to be suspicious about. One night, the kids were getting back to their house. It was a series of byes and goodbyes. It was getting a little dark and there were no street lights. This man, came right up to me and threw his arms over me, turned me around with his mouth next to my ear and whispered goodnight. I stood right there mummified and he walked away. Next day onwards, our doctor games were a little.