Thomas Aquinas, Durant, and Khayyam stood side-by-side on the shelves. They weren’t the leather-bound volumes people of my father’s class bought b... the yard to impress houseguests: these books were well-worn, spines cracked, the leaves dog-eared with use. Riffling through them fanned the scent of his Cambridge tobacco from every page. I had so many memories of my father’s half-shadowed figure sitting on the back deck at night, pipe stem curled at the corner of his mouth, squinting through smoke. She wore a loose short sleeve blouse of darker shade of yellow. Her blouse dipped elegantly to suggest the top of the slope of her generously large soft breasts, which were barely contained by a soft cotton bra. The slope of her large breasts even in a bra and blouse only heightened the natural divine beauty that she possessed and had passed on to her children. Her beautiful, fair skinned rounded arms were folded regally under her bosom.Her clothes barely hid her rounded full waist that showed. "Come on old man, we just want a some time with our little friend." Go to fucking hell." He said.The whole enclosure shook when one of the men slammed his body into the door. I saw a hand reach under to grab a leg. My wooden dowel came down fast and hard."Fuck! Son of a bitch. You are going to pay for that you fuckin shit."Tudi was shaking so hard by the time she got to the car, she dropped the keys and then had a hard time getting the key into the lock.She got into the car and locked the door.. Beat him to the punch line, sister. This plan didn’t work, either. Instead, she awoke to the morning sun dancing across her face, and with Alejandro’s tongue exploring the delicate folds of flesh between her legs. She was hardly aware of what was happening before she exploded with another orgasm. They’d been together ever since. He brought her flowers. He took her to dinner. He wooed her. Sometimes, she thought he was her good luck charm, because all the crap that had happened before him just.