Your mother never told me you'd be so much fun to play with.Fuck You! If my mother really is there, which I doubt, then put her on the phone. I DARE Y...U!Nothing would make me happier than to put your gorgeous, sexy mother on the phone. But I'm afraid she's a little busy at the moment.Sexy? What kind of a freak are you? And don't give me that crap that she's busy. If she really were there, she'd stop what ever she were doing to talk to me.Not if you could see what she's in the middle of. ” She smiled at him. “That’s fine, Henry; I could use a bit of a clean-up myself.” “Miss Elizabeth, you look beautiful. You always look beautiful.” “Thank you, Henry! I feel a bit sweaty though, so at least a quick washcloth is in order. Don’t hurry, I’ll wait.” He turned and started away, and as he did she watched his broad back, still straight and strong, his legs and behind solid and muscular. He suddenly turned back toward her. “Are we going to ride tomorrow? Those two could use a little. “I guess I look like a gourmet chef right now.” He looked back at me with an explanation.“My family is off to the beach for a week. Summer vacation.”I cocked my head.“No vacation for you?”“Not this time, I’m afraid. Work calls.”“I’m Becky,” I said, pointing at my name tag, itself facing up slightly due to the curve it sat upon.“I’m Robert,” he said, reading my tit for confirmation.“So Pizza Pockets and Pabst for the whole week,” I laughed, my shoulders taking slow turns moving forward and. Karen and I went to our English class. She handed in our first two chapters. I noticed that it went to one side. Everyone had filed in and taken their seats. Professor Daniels looked around settling on Karen and me. She held up our chapters. “‘Aging Well’ is an interesting title. Would the partners writing this story come forward.” I took Karen’s hand as we came forward. She was standing to one side of her desk when we came up. She noted that Karen was wearing a ring on her left ring finger..