We talked about antiques and then started to ask each other more personal questions. She was widowed like me. We talked until the coffee had been gone...for a long time. I told her we better move along or the owner was going to have us evicted. We walked along the aisles and talked without really looking at anything other than each other. I asked, ‘Can I take you to dinner tonight. I really like talking to you and I think you enjoy talking to me.’ She looked at me and smiled. ‘I would like that.. Groaning again, he took her cue and started teasing her nipple, squeezing it gently between his fingers, rolling it. The blood in Fran’s veins was throbbing, her loins were pulsating as she arched her hips up towards Ian. Their kiss became deeper as their tongues danced a tango from her mouth to his. She could taste the beer on his mouth along with a sweetness. A deep breath inhaled filled her nostrils with the scent of lust as well as his Aramis. Her hands moved to the back of his neck as she. She lighted a cigarette and commented - I hope my prettygirl has no objection to my smoking. He just replied with a mild no. Shetook him in her arms and made love in a very rough manner. He pleadedher to be gentle but she refused.Priya encouraged him to join a cooking course which taught Lebanese andMexican cuisine.For month he rubbed shoulders with young women who werekeen to learn cooking. He had a natural flair was cooking and was agreat hit with women who started acknowledging his cooking. But as she drank her second glass of wine and watched a third car head down the little two lane road towards her only neighbors, the Blakes about half-a-mile further on, she still felt sad.When the Blakes had moved in and started their own renovations about 6 months ago, she’d gone over with a bottle, some cheese and crackers; just to be neighborly.They’d hit it off right away. Elizabeth Blake looked to be in her early 30’s but Robin was sure she was older. Her hair was still a raven’s wing.