And, I became single again. Not alone, just single. I'm not alone because I have my son living here with me, he's twenty-five, and when he was offered...a job back here where he grew up, he took it and I offered him a place to live here with me. He does help with paying the utilities and the food bill along with some other expenses and it has worked out nicely. It's nice to have a man around and I do feel safer now that he's back home. It's funny that on the occasions that we go out to dinner or. I'd have a hard time hiding it if any saw me up close!Kris went out her back door; and then back inside, slammed it loudly. The pool lights came on, so our options were limited there. I suggested we go up to her apartment. We collected the cooler and pizza, and our towels, and scampered up the stairs.From up in her apartment, we could see the pool below (Kris was now outside, looking around; and then walked toward my apartment). I could see my kitchen window, but didn't think Flo could have. ..39 years earlier......She was always friendly and never made enemies. Wendy made friends easily and had lots of girl, friends and lots of boy, friends but never a 'boyfriend'.Wendy always stood out from other c***dren because of the smell.............. She gave off a natural perfume that was the most lovely aroma you could imagine. But everyone could smell a different perfume.......... Very strange! Being an orphan she never knew what it was to have parents and grew up happy and healthy in a. After the Red Bull and vodka the girls wanted to try other drinks and before I knew it they were both a little drunk. After finishing the fourth drink the girls insisted they wanted to go home and watch our movie before it got too late. At home I followed them up the stairs and again they were both holding my hand. Angela’s butt looked spectacular in her yoga pants and Lisa’s mini just barely covered her gorgeous firm rounded ass as they headed up the stairs ahead of me. The view was not lost.