"Oh my god, no no. You're much too young," she said protesting, but obviously feeling attracted to me."Why not?" Her butt bumped the island in the mid...le of the kitchen."Because, you're...you're, I mean...your mother good god..." She'll never know. I won't tell..." I pressed up against her, our mouths nearly touching. "...a soul." And with that I kissed her and put my hand full on her breast. She folded into me, collapsing into the kiss as I reached my other hand around her butt. She was much. Very handsome I imagined. Henry had no family and had chosen to spend his last days in San Francisco, the city of his youth. I could tell he was very lonely.Henry entertained me with stories about the famous people he had known during his long life. Most of them had passed away but he made them come alive to me. He had known the late Ruth Handler, co-founder of Mattel and creator of the Barbie doll. I thought about telling him about my cousin Emily and how we went from playing with Barbie to. ." I tried to speak.I dropped my head in to my hands."I'm such a fool" I continued.I was about to speak again when I felt him step close to me.I felt his fingers on my chin pulling my face up to meet his eyes."No, I mean I have to get home, before I am missed." he said.Hi blue eyes searching inside of me."Wednesday maybe I'll take a different route so I have more time for, um, coffee or something." There was a raise of his eyebrows and a slight smirk on his face.Then he reached down and kissed. He flings the covers away and gets out ofbed, he feels uneasy on his feet and stumbling to the bathroom, hemanages to.reach the toilet, he is about to lower his pyjama bottomswhen there is a knock on the door. He tries to say something but hecan't get anything out since his throat is dry. All that comes out is asoft 'Wait'. He stumbles to the door and sees a delivery guy through thepeephole. The guy is about to leave.He swings open the door wide, trying to get the guy to stay. The guylooks at.