I was at LAX carry-on in hand. I walked into the lobby and immediately saw Mr. Brown. He had this natural glow about himself. "Mr. Brown" I yelled. "M...s. Riley, Kayla is at the port. Let's go!"We walked to port. We boarded and flew first class. The trip to New York from L.A. was 8 hours so when we landed it was sunset. The pilot announced the plane was landing. We gathered our carry-on and scurried off."How about you guys go to the hotel and freshen up, I'll see you in the morning." Mr. Brown. Why don't you boys go put that stuff away and get out of some of those clothes so I don't feel so underdressed, I'll get a pan of cookies in the oven, and we can meet in front of the fire."Funny, she hadn’t acted at all self-conscious about being “underdressed”; in fact, she’d seemed quite comfortable with being naked in front of us. Mitch nodded agreement but had a question. “Okay, I can put you two in the spare bedroom, or, if you prefer, I have a king-size bed that would easily accommodate. She got out with them and I studied those legs of hers as she and her friend said their goodbyes and went into the apartment. In one smooth move she dropped back into the car beside me. 'Oh, I'm Francis, she said, I think I should thank you for the ride." We shook hands briefly but before we pulled out of her friends complex she directed me to a darker area of the lot. 'I thought, she said, I'd give you a little of what you're friend got. She had the biggest smile as she opened my pants, and. Down deep she knew why. There was great passion with her husband during their courtship and early in their marriage. Bill was a good lover: gentle, considerate. never demanding, always trying to fulfill her needs. A few months after they were married, she was pregnant with Bill Jr and things started to change. It was a difficult pregnancy and, after her son was born, it seemed there was never time for intimacy. She fell into the Mom routine, continuing to the birth of her daughter and beyond. .