And so we'd grown up in the hundred and twenty year old house my great, great grandfather had built in a medium sized town in the American Midwest. A ...rand house that had been built with the profits earned from McLeod Enterprises, the family manufacturing firm that was still the largest employer in the county.My grandfather, Duncan Andrew McLeod, had inherited the house and the company some forty years earlier and had acted the Great Lord ever since. Truth be said grandpa could best be. However, my emotions were not to be completely denied. Memories of my own were triggered by the same hug. Faces floated through my mind: Renée, Erin, Nadia, Sally and my other women. The contentedness I had found with them helped me stay grounded and not give in to the wrong choices I might make while with Fiona.Fiona still wore the same red dress she had donned when we got ready to leave her place that morning. Yes, that morning. It felt like it had been years ago.Fiona pulled back enough to. .. except... minus myfamily. She asked me where her girl was. I told her about the sudden quick tripto see the parents. She seemed a bit shocked as if maybe she shouldn't be about.I reassured her to finish getting herself prepared for work and feel at home asusual.She is a very sexy woman, half Black, half Hispanic, about 5'5" with a thick,red bone- sexy, curvaceous body. For the job she always dresses extremelydelicious. High heels, tight blouses revealing her lovely large breast, withalways. She was still Ryan's partner, but they weren't touching. Especially, she wasn't touching him there."Let's go," said Ryan late in the evening. She was a little surprised. Her curfew was an hour and a half away, and she'd thought that cool seniors like Ryan had no curfew at all. When they left, however, Ryan drove north, instead of west towards her house. He pulled over behind a closed store. "Nobody can see us here," he said. He reached over to pull her into a kiss.She was being kissed by Ryan.