She used to look so good. She had never been a close friend, although I liked her, and all of us guys in the office liked looking at her. I had met he... family at the company picnic last summer. Her father was my age, an intense but decent sort of guy. He was a lawyer who worked in the new office building across the courtyard. Her mother looked like a mature version of the girl I worked with, trim, beautiful, with a ready smile and animated eyes. A memory of the picnic was what allowed me to. . making eye contact… almost a scent.. pounce.. and capture… she would have been his for the night… in the old days. Suddenly one of the noisemakers elevated his obligatory unfunny laugh at something equally as unfunny. Jake turned to look.. but not at him. His eyes found hers.. lost.. confused.. wanting.. then his heart skipped a beat as he realized she was looking past all of the commotion.. and straight at him. The noisemaker was her date.. but she wouldn’t be going home with him.. not. I just like to be in the middle i guess.She was hitting on me. What the hell was my thought. I told her that I was tired, and that I had an appointment for dinner later. It was 5.30pm, a quick flash of disappointment fleeted in her face. But she got no choice as she had to follow me out. (I told her she could stay but ya..she wouldnt right) I lied to her that I was meeting my family. When we parted, she playfully gave me a kiss on my cheek, which I did not return, thanking me for the swim.. ....................At the age of 26, Sarah Collins was perfect replica of her mother'sbeauty from the days of her perfection. She had fair oily complexion,hazel eyes and light brown hairs, along with an extremely attractivefacial grace. Skinny but curvy body of rounded hips and breastsresembling pomegranates, she looked more like a statue created forglorifying feminine allure.Lying naked on her left side on the bed of a sophisticated hotel room,her head was rested over her left hand with its.