A couple of girls came over and introduced themselves and the three of them ate their lunch together. Towards the end of lunch a boy approached their ...able. The other two girls cringed when they saw him coming. She had had her back to him and didn’t see him coming, but saw the other girls cringe, so she asked, “What’s wrong?” One of them whispered, “John is coming over. He’s a jerk. Don’t fall for anything he says. We will tell you more about him later.”John got to the table where they were. She wouldn’t be able to stomach watching a blossoming romance between the ‘Princess of Pink’ and Daniel. She needed a drink, or at least a few hours away from this goddamn house. Deciding to skip lunch, Lula turned away from the front door and started back down the path to the pond and a place where she knew she could sit with her thoughts undisturbed. ‘Daniel, please tell Mamma that I’m going to skip lunch. I’m still too full from breakfast and got a bit of stomachache,’ Lula lied as she. It was a full 40-year old life crisis.The attention my upscale appearance garnered ensured I wasn’t a past tense woman. I wanted men to notice my eyes, hair, neck nape, legs, clothes, and breasts, walking by, entering a building, getting in or out of a car, I wanted visual attention, the opposite of when I was young. I smiled thinking about my Pee Che folder hiding once upon a time. Now I was the crudely referred to, attention whore. It was fun to flirt as a 40-year old woman but only if men. My tongue attacked my lips yet again, but this time, my hands came up, and I brought them in front of me."WTF, dude, what are you doing?" I asked myself, as I walked right to the bench.I leaned down to her clothes and brought my hands towards them too. Although, they stopped only a few inches away. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes again. I surely wanted to act on the sexy golden pot in front of me, but I failed to pick it up.I bit down on my bottom lip and casually reached down. "Son.