It was made of straw or reeds. G2 recalled that some of the homeless who camped over near Tybee Island cut the reeds and fashioned them into roses, th...n others sold them for a living. It was delicate—beautiful in its own way.Of course, Gerald knew roses. His mother loved them. Gerald kept his paper route until he was a sophomore in high school and one of the things he did with his money was join the Rose of the Month Club so that he could plant roses for his mother. She was so sad after his. She holds me tighter and returns my kiss.We kiss softly for at least a minute, our lips gliding gently. Finally, my passion fully ignites and I kiss her deeper, melting into her arms.My hand glides up and down her side, then finds her perfect breast and gently cups it. My fingers wander around and caress it, brushing over her nipple which has become hard for me. She moans into my mouth softly. I rub the nipple and feel her press into me."You captivate me. I want you so much," I whisper.My hands. It had been at least an hour since I came out to the garage. Maybe it was time for a short break.I turned and the door from the house opened. Mom stepped out into the garage. She had on her own jacket only partially buttoned up. It sat wide open and displayed the bulge of her breasts still covered by her sweater. More importantly, she had a wooden box in her hands. She didn’t say anything. She smiled at me, closed the door, and then went over to the table in the cluttered side of the garage.I. ‘Then I threw away my damned phone and I never thought to bring waterproof clothing with me on my outdoor adventure and now I’m marooned with some stranger and no one knows we’re here. I’m so, so sorry for everything.’ ‘My name is Leonardo Giovanni Eduardo Gustavo di Monaco. But you may call me Leonardo. There, I am not a stranger anymore.’ He tenderly wiped the tears from her cheek. He gazed deeply into her eyes and smiled. He had the smile of an angel. ‘I’m Anastasia,’ she said dreamily..