She took another drag on her cigarette, looked up at me, exhaled smoke into my face, and stood, reaching over to stub out the cigarette in the cut cry...tal ashtray on the bedside table. “I think you wanted more than an escort to your room, Ian. I know I do.” Her words fell on me like a beam of bright sunlight, strong and stunning and welcoming all at once. I began nuzzling and kissing her left ear, sucking and biting the earlobe, her suddenly irregular breathing and the feeling of her heavy. Then, with the experience of hindsight, we look back and wonder ... what if?Let me say that I am happy about how my life turned out after passing one particular crossroad. I have been married for many years, and I have absolutely no regrets. Still, that day, that moment, lives in my heart, seared there by love. And, occasionally, my heart says – what if?“She doesn’t feel that way about you, and you can’t marry each other.” My aunt’s words hung in the air, and I looked across the bed where my. It was fun and filling.Afterwards, Mr. Bell dropped us at Rebecca's office. Colleen and I went shopping while Rebecca caught up on her work. It took no time to find a pair of Nike sneakers in my size, a couple of pairs of slacks and some short sleeve shirts, along with the basic essentials of underwear, sleeping shorts and socks, toothbrush and other things for my overnight kit.Colleen seemed to enjoy spending the time doing something other than working as my attorney. We laughed joked and. "You mean my birthday suit, Mom?"She grinned wider. "That's the one. Now let's go see what's on TVthis afternoon."Together, we strolled into the living room. Mom was wearing a paleblue T-shirt and cut-off jeans shorts. She was barefoot and shecrossed her bare legs when she sat on the couch. I decided to bebold, so I grabbed them and placed her calves atop my knees, when Isat down next to her. Then, with my left hand, I began a slow massageof her feet.In the middle of the movie (a boring.