After three weeks of hard work, Billy produced our first franklin stove.It turns out that that was the easy part. The hard part was making the stove p...pe. That took a little longer, but Billy finally came up with a way to get it done. We didn't have any bailing wire to spare and were running low on duct tape, but we fixed it up anyway. (There's a saying in Texas, "If you can't fix it with bailing wire or duct tape, it ain't worth fixin'!" ) In the log run, these Franklin stoves would be better. She assessed herself in the mirror. She wasn’t half-bad looking for her age. Her hair was still long, thick, and a rich honey blond color. She was gray, mostly on her crown and hairline, but the colorist was excellent and she was pleased with the results. He hopefully wouldn’t notice the few gray hairs peeking through. Although her facial lines were more etched around her eyes, she still maintained a fresh, glowing look, and she was often complimented that she didn’t look a day over. Suddenly, she squeezed me hard in her arms. I returned the embrace, nibbling and licking her ear as she fell forward to land on top of me on the bed. Her hands ran down my chest and stopped above my belt where she grasped a handful of my tee-shirt and pulled it out from my jeans. I glided my hands down over her soft buttocks to the edge of her knee length skirt and hoisted up the hem as I retraced my downward stroke back up her silken thighs. She filled my mouth with her writhing tongue and I. He went in and made a coffee for us both and brought them out to the balcony, setting them down on the table before he sat down too. I looked out to sea for a while longer, his mood was sombre, it was almost certain he wanted to talk now.“Where did you hear about the dolphins?” I asked as I turned and sat opposite.“Same place I heard about the elephant,” he replied. “The one in the room,” he finished when I screwed up my eyes. Thankfully this broke the ice and we both laughed a little.“I was.