She had been drop dead gorgeous at eighteen…the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Now she had the character that comes with age, the intrigue of...maturity. The years had been more than good to her. She took his breath away. …to now… ‘To the present and the future, whatever it may hold.’ He said, raising his glass. ‘Yea, I’ll buy that…future…has to be better than the…’ She sipped her wine cutting off the final words. ‘So, ah, how are things with the ex?’ ‘Awful! She’s poisoning the kids,. Any similarities to any person living, dead, undead, fictional, et. al is purely coincidental. This is the 3rd part of my first story. Critiques are welcome.1 more day until Christmas. But first I have to make it through the office party. Work's been crazy, we're all working overtime, plus with my stint as Santa I just want to head home. Nope, it's been "highly recommeneded" we attend. Ah hell, might as well enjoy some free food. I have no desire to see most of my coworkers outside of work.. As I push back a little and lean over my knee and try and catch my breathtaking deep breath like someone that finally can breathe after holding their breath. My face all red and bruised from how tensely she was holding me. I take a peek at her and immediately I noticed something, that makes me take out my cell and take a few pictures of her as shes distracted on hers making an appointment for the elevator services company. I take a few shots of her from all sides especially the front to which. You’re going to enjoy the kids. It will give you an idea what it will be like sometime in the future.”“I’m going to try something with this new plane. I’m going to hire a second pilot for safety’s sake after the close call we just had. I know that I didn’t make too much of it before, but we were close to being knocked out of the air by something the pilot never saw and that didn’t show up on his close in radar. The people we bought the new plane from said the second pilot is always good for.