"Well, can you tell me where I left off last night before I made a fool of myself? I just don't remember much after giving you mom's letter." You told...me you had graduated as a Chemical Engineer and had seen a lot of the world but wanted to settle down at home."I remembered now. I had taken mom's letter back and folded it neatly into it's dog-eared envelope and put it back in my jacket pocket. That's when the fatigue hit me and I almost lost it. OK, I would start there and see what came out.The. I was divorced had no k**s, she was a widow with two grown k**s that both lived in another state. She moved back and we started talking on the phone, catching up, talking about old times, etc. A mutual friend of ours had his oldest son graduating high school so I invited her to supper and the graduation after. That was the first time we had a sort of date. Sorry for the slow start, just getting the background out of the way in my first story with her. Fast forward a couple of months, we were. . I looked into full length mirror in our bedroom, my 52DD breasts barely contained in my leather bikini top, I run my hands down my hips, lifting the black fishnet miniskirt just a bit higher. My black thigh high stockings and high heels completed the look. Just a little longer... The car! I posed, sticking my breast out proudly in front of me. With eyes as blue as a winter lake, hair almost jet black, all muscle and all mine, he walked through the door and stopped dead in his tracks. . ‘Finn, don’t say things like that to me, you’ll stop my heart.’ ‘You’ll soon stop it if you don’t bandage that finger.’ Working over the first aid box in the tiny kitchen, Jessie asked nervously, ‘Where are you going?’ ‘Back to my chair to ready my ‘Scotsman.’ ‘Aren’t you going to talk to the wee bairn and tell her to go home?’ Finn coughed and said, ‘I don’t go out talking to the dead after dark.’ Jessie’s eyes rolled up and she fell to the floor in a faint, fortunately with the blood flow.