Her patent black high heels clacked against the wooden floor as she walked over. I already had an erection, remembering last week and picturing in my ...ind the top of her seamed fully fashioned nylons.She sat at the table and our usual ritual began as I gently massaged her delicate fingers and manicured her nails.I was applying the varnish when she asked, 'Mike, did you run away last week because you became aroused?' I went bright red and mumbled back 'Yes auntie.' 'Hmmm,' she said, 'nothing to. Home. Bobbie thoughtabout everything that had happened. Memories cascaded.Ten miles, fifteen. The more walking she did, the clearer he felt,smelling the crisp air. There were things about what he was doing thatset him on edge. What would he tell them? Well, I could have beenRobb's girlfriend. Rehab?? It would sound good, he reasoned. It wouldat least sounded like I was trying to get better. Yeah, Melanie wascheating on me...him, damn. We met in the rehab clinic. For what,though? Painkillers? . Note: There is no sex in this storyTo all the readers who asked that the questions be answered, thank you.But honey, it was only a danceThe sequel Another Chicago winter was history. Today was the first real day of spring. As Linda walked outside she could smell the fresh, clean morning air. She remember the sound of spring rain on the roof as she and her husband made love the night before and how it added to the warm, secure feeling she felt in her husband’s arms. On the way to her car she. Her mum had been divorced five years and Susan felt it was okay to tease her mum now. ‘You never complained when Dad took you by car to do the shopping Mum?’ ‘But that was before all this business about humans being the cause of climate change. I vowed last year to do my bit cutting down my carbon footprint. As you know I am just one of those people who does not like cars.’ ‘But Mum at least let me just drop you and pick you up next week, we can have a nice cup of coffee in the supermarket café.