’ This wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment whim on Ada’s part, one set off by the overwhelming surprise of seeing that William Hagen was paying her the ...omage of opening a museum dedicated solely to her art. She had known as soon as he entered that drawing room in Manchester that she wanted him if he’d had her. And she was resolved not to care if sex was not to be part of the picture. She was nearly sixty-five now. She could live without sex now. Lord knows she’d lived without in her sister-in-laws’. He wasn’t sure what was going to occur tonight with Emma, but he had hidden hopes of what might happen between them.As he approached the kitchen, Helen was there as per usual. He hadn’t heard her get up this morning, but then again he had been a bit preoccupied. His mother had her back turned to him as he stopped in the entrance to the room, unaware that he was there. Jason took the opportunity to watch her for a bit. He ran his eyes over her sexy body, remembering what it was like to have her. ” It was getting harder for her to keep up the charade, I noticed that, even in my lust-filled stupor. Yet I couldn’t grasp what she meant at first. Until she opened the button and fly of her shorts, that is, and pushed them down her lean, well-tanned legs. Her panties were of the thin, expensive white cotton kind, fitting snugly over her plum. I licked my lips when I saw the wet stain on the front that made them almost see-through. She was beautiful. “Let’s see if that was the desired effect,”. Then he added, “The Lone Ranger rode Scout, Kemosabe.”I laughed and said, “Enough contrariness. We need to talk in person.”He said flatly, “High Rooftop Lounge, Venice Boardwalk, One hour.” Then he hung up.It took me fifty minutes to drive to Venice Beach and another ten to find the High Rooftop Lounge. After I had climbed the stairs, the hostess came up to me and I said, “I am supposed to meet someone here.”I was still trying to decide if Sam had given his real name when a young man with a.