I don’t know who would do it, or why.’ Elena looked thoughtful. ‘Maybe it’s a sign, Carlos. A sign for you to finally let go of her from your ...eart.’ Carlos raised his eyebrows. ‘That makes me wonder if my well-meaning sister got rid of the tree.’ ‘Me? What?’ Elena laughed. ‘No way!’ Carlos felt himself grinning again. It felt good. ‘That’s not the only weird thing that happened. As I was leaving the park, I looked across the way, and there was a woman, standing there, watching me. Completely. She talked Maxine and the little redhead into a little girl-girl fun and the three of them promptyly got drunk one hot summer afternoon. Dot told them about the daisy-chain with Goody and Angie Lee. So they tried it too. When it came time, Maxine wanted Dot to go with her to San Bernardino. Maxine was delivering divorce papers to her first husband Fred. Fred and Maxine were on friendly terms and still fucking occasionally, she said she wanted to have Dot along to keep her out of trouble, but. “Robert can we be late to this party?” I ask only half in jest. “Sweetie, get your mind out of the gutter.” Laughing, I sit back on my chaise and watch you dress. You continue to prepare for the party. After shave… my thought: umm isn’t this a little out of order? Tie… Oh my goodness, why am I so turned on by the sight of this man’s tie? Pants…legs, oh fuck, those legs wrapped around me; the thought alone sends juices to my core. My hand goes to my pussy involuntarily and if I hope I can. For all essential purposes I was still fully dressed saved for the fact that I wasn't wearing panties. The whole scene in my mind creating a picture of a perfect slut in carnal carnage melt down.Now I'm not one to brag, but I can pretty much say with some authority that I'm a damn sexy looking vixen. In fact I know that I have a better body than most of the up, and coming starlets out in Hollywood, and that I'm pretty enough to turn more than my fair share of heads. I eat, and exercise.