But then again, I hadn't planed on living this long either. Thinking of it I realized that I wouldn't even be able to pay that cup of coffee for her, ...f I now would have dared to ask her out.I had come out from a sixteen years relation to that empty apartment. Sixteen years with a woman that I still don't find the proper words to describe. In one way one of the few I ever learnt to respect and love, in other ways one of the most treacherous persons I've ever meet, but wasn't it Shakespeare that. Oh Mike, my feelings for her are so complicated. Sometimes I feel like I want to hold her tight and tell her I love her because she’s my mum and sometimes I fancy her. It’s very confusing Mike, really confusing.’ ‘Mmm, yes it is.’ I cuddled her tight, ‘I have different feelings as well. Yesterday, seeing you both there, I enjoyed the feeling of family and I could see you as my daughter and Gianna as my wife and your mother. Now, I want you my wife, badly and yet I see Gianna as my lover. These. " Then I went into the bedroom and dug out the pictures from Thursday.I brought him the pictures and tossed them onto the kitchen table. He looked at them for a moment and said, "Are you sure you want me to see them?"I grinned at him and said, "Oh go ahead! You know you are dying to. I don't mind. What you see can't possibly be any worse than what you are picturing in your dirty little mind."I sat back down and sipped my coffee and watched his face as he looked at the pictures. He tried to be. My heart accelerated.He slowly walked towards me, giving me no choice but to back up, right into my bedroom. "Girl, I love you," he spoke slowly and seriously. My blood started to boil and I violently grabbed the collar of his shirt in response, holding him tightly, biting his lips gently as we kissed. "Love you," I panted in between kisses. And the fire ignited. He roughly picked me up by the hips and shoved me onto my bed. He crawled very sexyly over me on all fours, just that image alone.