" Gemma turned away and looked at the stream. "There should have been ducks," he said. "There were last time. Ducks and a dirty great swan." He p...ucked a few blades of grass and tossed them idly on the water's surface. They both watched them disappear downstream in silence. "Oh well," Gemma said, "We don't have any bread anyhow." There was a rustle of plastic as Michael pulled a bag from his pocket. He put it down on the grass in front of them. Visible inside were a few stale slices. ”“Glory, I am not a man who does things on the spur of the moment or without due thinking and planning and all of it. I’m not! That said. I fell in love with you that first moment I saw you at the VFW with your friend that night. Since then I have been chasing you and hoping you’d come around and we could find a way to have a life together. Well, and we’ve talked about it often enough. Please do think on things. I’m desperate to have you, and forgive me for assuming, but I think that you want. Couldn’t have been more different. We weren’t close, but we weren’t far, either.” His mother was a dumb person, no way around that assessment. Dumb, with a big heart, and with zero desire to analyze reality; he, on the other hand, couldn’t stop analyzing it. “She was an airhead.”Antoinette laughed, and her hand upon his back rose to find his head. Scratches, fingernails on the scalp, fingertips rubbing the buzzed hair. Euphoric.“And you were close?”“A little. Not sure why, we didn’t have a. In no time at all I let a load fly, grunting as I aimed it into the bowl, then massaging the last drops out and rubbing them into the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and caught my breath, waiting for my heartbeat to get back to normal, then got up, pulled on my briefs and pants, and left the stall. I washed my hands and headed back to my desk, spirits high, to get a good start on the afternoon's work.I knocked out several client reports and was almost finished with the sales projection for.