Not enough to cause a fire but enough for a nice glow. A big pallet of pillows and blankets on the floor where the coffee table had been. ‘You lit-�...� she was cut off by a finger on her lips. Her gaze moved from the finger on her lips to look up at him. She smiled in return to the slightly nervous smile on his face. It wasn’t often he let his guard down or did something this elaborate for her. It touched her that he’d taken the time and effort to do so. The love between them was always there even. "I assumed that we would be sharing a tent, like we do on camping trips." It is a little bit…easier, if we do it this way," her mother said awkwardly. Jasmine was beginning to become very confused and wondered what the whole celebration was about. She took the tent and began to set it up."When you’re done, honey, why don’t you go meet some of the other people your own age?" her mother said."Yeah, yeah, I’ll get around to it."~~~ It was late afternoon and the sun had dipped below the mountain,. She was in her fifties, not beautiful by any means — slim almost to the point of being skinny, which only served to emphasise her full breasts. Her hair was iron grey, and her face was showing signs of becoming lined, but her legs were, she felt, her best feature, perhaps apart from her breasts — very long and shapely, with slim ankles.Her son Jamie took after her — tall for his age, gangly, with tousled hair, and she loved him passionately.Nearly fifteen years ago, a man had picked her up in a. He moaned and his hands fell from her wrists, defeated by his own need - or just his confusion. She did not know but was happy to go on. What in the end stalled her was the view of her own hands on him, her nails still coated with the dried blood she had not been able to remove in the quick cleanup she had been allowed at the police station. Horror made her recoil, the loss on his face, in his eyes, stopped her. Well, then, they would start this celebration of life in the shower. She guided him.