"I've missed you Marie," I whispered as Sis moved to get out of the car. "Maybe tonight," I added grinning, forcing her reluctant hand momentarily ont... my now straining shaft before releasing her."No! I can't, I won't," she promised, but wasn't able to hide the lust, the servile hunger in her eyes.When I finally arrived in the foyer of my two-hundred year old attached brownstone, laden still with the girls luggage, I found my niece staring wide eyed into the formal living room/dining room. .. what a poopy head you turned out to be. I let you out of my sight for two minutes and what do you do? First you shack up in a hotel room with some two-bit floozy and then flagrantly make out with someone in public.”“I didn’t shack up with a floozy!” I said, getting irritated.“Oh?” Liz asked. “Did you not spend the night in a hotel room with a topless woman on Thursday?”“That was...” I stammered. “Oh, fuck. Will you stop?”“For now,” Liz said. “On a serious note: You need to watch things like. Then I looked back at the woman I'd been so madly in love with -- beguiled would be more like it -- and she was the same mature beauty she'd always been.But I'd been given a brief glimpse of just how old this woman was, and how young I was, and the question flashed through my mind. "Is this who I really want to spend my life with? Is this really the life I want to live?"Suddenly, I knew it was over."Wake up, Maggie," I said as I shook her shoulders gently. "I think I've got something to say to. She was also telling me what she was studying while she was here in the United States. She was doing both of these things because I had asked, and I was leaning my chin on my hand and looking into her eyes with an air of intense interest, hoping she wouldn't notice that my leading comments and questions would, if one were observant, belie the fact that I was actually paying no attention whatsoever.My favorite waitress was on tonight, and she came over to ask for our drinks. I ordered a bottle.