She began to breathe heavily pant, actually and broke the kiss then held me tight. “Oh God Lucky, I’ve missed you so much. I really wanted you her... on my birthday.”“I’m here now.” Was all I could whisper back.She clung tightly to me, her arms around my shoulders. My own hands slowly found their way to her ass, and they just rested there at first. She raised up at the contact and began to kiss along my neck.No girlfriend for months, no sex, no action besides my hand and some porn flicks, and now. Divorced – nursing as an occupation is not conducive to marital harmony; the erratic shift-work, overtime (though the money was welcome) and the stress, all contrived to drive us apart.Now? The house is paid for (my wife left me for a prosperous architect and took nothing out of the marriage except her person and some of my self-respect) and I have a small pension. I do odd jobs for some spending money, read or scribe for students at University and supervise examinations sometimes, but I’m. If I could get somewhere where I could figure out what all that stuff actually was, I could sell them for a BUNDLE of cash! Maybe even enough so I wouldn't have to work ever again! Maybe my lousy luck was finally changing! I had kept my lights turned off until I was quite a way away from the wrecked craft, figuring that if I turned them on, the people heading for it would see them and follow me, trying to catch up and find out what I knew about it. They'd also, no doubt search me and the car. Will he be alright?” “I hope so,” Pete chimed in, “He’s been exposed to the cold for a while and has symptoms of hypothermia. I’ll have to keep him here for another day or two.” Doug’s mom stood up and pulled back the hood of her jacket revealing her long blonde hair. She was a young woman, about my age, with big blue eyes. She glanced my way and smiled. “So, you’re the man that helped my son find his lost puppy,” she said with a big, warm smile, “I really can’t thank you enough.” Everyone in.