Rosie and Nikita said and did nothing and I should have asked them to put the blanket back over me, but I didn’t, why, I don’t know, or maybe I do... but I just started talking, telling them everything from me leaving Trisha’s house that night to waking up in hospital, getting that bad news then being told about the shortage of gowns and then being put in the wheelchair and then onto my bed which daddy had moved down to the dining room.Looking round the room as I talked I confirmed how different. "Give me a hand here, sailor. An old broad like me shouldn't have to fight this damned transom. How come you haven't got a swim grid back here for midnight guests to come aboard? Too cheap?" she teased.She threw me the painter to tie the skiff off, then waited for my arm to help her aboard. As I pulled her up, I kept the momentum going until she was right where I could wrap my arms around her. I imprisoned her soft feminine charms tightly to me. She responded by kissing me passionately, her. They had married just around the time I divorced ironically and moved out of the city and in the suburbs where Isiah had a studio built. I told them about my failed marriage and how I had been adjusting to single life. On our second glass of wine, I suggested we take our conversation out on my patio where I had a grill hot and ready for the Shish Kabob. The conversation was fairly G-rated until Treva asked why I waited until my 40’s to try interracial sex. I did a spit take on my wine when she. ”It was Paula. He smiled. He loved her for her brains, her initiative and her laugh. But as he watched the tiny Greek immigrant girl close the door he was reminded what he liked about her the most. Her long dark hair had recently been highlighted to the point where she looked almost blonde. Her smile and those smoldering coals that spoke of an intensity deep within her eyes had always excited him. But it was the tiny body that rocked his mind!!She walked across the deep plush carpet and.