Tangling, untangling. Neshe’s body. Lean and hard from years of daily swimming, almost hairless yet rugged. Sharply defined planes and angles of ch...st and torso, nipples small chocolate isles, navel a sharp gash in the concavity of his belly, hard, solid hips and strong thighs. Snama’s body. Soft skeins of dark silky hair, lush vales and hillocks proud with promise. Snama lingered most at his face, his eyes and his chest. Neshe’s lips and hands tarried and teased most at the juncture of her. I looked at her face as she sat just inches from me. She had a big smudge of dirt right over her freckles on her nose. I reached up and wiped it off with the grease rag I had hanging out of my back pocket and she smiled at me then did that little thing where she crinkles her nose.Without even a second thought ... I leaned over and kissed her on her lips.Melissa snuggled close to me, as we drove out onto the street and made the tour of Riverton, then back to Patch’s Garage.“Well ... how did she. We had been there for about an hour and a-half, and I had helped Mare rub sunblock on her exposed skin, when I decided to take a dip in the pool.“Go for a swim with me,” I asked her.“Swim?” she replied in a puzzled voice.“Yes, in the water, like the others are doing,” I told her, as we could see a number of others in the pool.“No, don’t go in the water, Will. It isn’t good for you,” she told me.“Not good?” I asked confused.“No, there are too many salts and other elements in the water. It’s not. " Marilyn hung up and looked at her son."That was Carol. The movers just dropped her stuff at her new place and left but she took some of the more fragile things in her car and needs some help putting them inside. She said the movers were kinda gruff-looking and didn't trust them to handle her things with care. I told her we'd be there-"Just then, Marilyn's phone buzzed again. "Oh PLEASE not now." She answered the phone again with a polite "hello". After listening for a moment, she asked, "Jane.