" As on Mondays and Thursdays at 5?" If that is what you insist on."I could hear the need in her voice and especially the things she didn't say. She w...s a frustrated woman who had given her all to a profession rather than taking the compromise route to both. She was on the fast track, based on her relative young age. Now she was paying for it. God knows I had met enough of them. My own parents, for whatever reason had conceived me and then continued on the road. I learned later that it was all. However the only luxury was the tin tub that stood in one corner of the bedroom.“Mel, I love the cabin it sets us back to the pioneer days when there wasn’t any electricity, plumbing or heating”. They sat by the fire and talked about the 1800’s and what life must have been like for the early pioneers who settled in the area. Up before dawn, on horseback all day as they watched for rustlers and Indians. Then they would have slept under the stars.Mel said to Lois, “We better get to bed cause. "My God, woman! How old do you think I am? Where would I have found the time? Maybe I've been bragging about myself a little too much. You must think I am an incredible cad!" Incredible, yes; a cad I'm not so sure about," she said looking up at him. "You're the strangest man I've ever met. You continually belittle yourself and yet it's obvious you're witty and intelligent. You don't even pretend you don't want to take me to bed and yet are being honest when you say it doesn't matter if I say. He had forgotten about the coffee brewing and his intent to surprise Brandi from her sleep. He saw her backing through the door, dressed in his shirt from the day before. A soft knit pale yellow Polo golf shirt that now seemed almost to be translucent. It hugged her backside so that he had no trouble discerning the separation of the globes of her bottom. It fell just below her upper thigh and reminded him of a very large mini-dress. She turned to let the door closed and two steaming cups of.