I opened the patio door for her with coffee cup in hand and immediately her eyes dropped to my shorts which for once actually covered me, “Oh sorry ...rank, am I too early?” she said grinning to which my only reply was.. “Oh no, just in time for coffee” which judging by her expression was music to her ears.As I invited her in I could see close up how tight her shorts were as the thin fabric wedged up the crack of her rounded arse and it obvious she had nothing underneath as there were no visible. But damn, in the morning, pretty much any morning... man, for me that was the best. Sometimes she'd just throw a leg over me all casual-like, reach down between her legs take hold of old Howard (Ok, let me explain - I met Jolene at a bar across the street from a Howard Johnson's. I was pretty drunk at the time and kept slurring her name from Jay -lynne to Joel - ine, finally she said "Jo like Ho Jo, ya know, across the street." I told her I did know and escorted right across the street to the. Just outside the main doors she asked, "Where were you yesterday? I waited for twenty minutes." Some things I found are dangerous and I can't tell you." You can tell me anything." Not if it puts your life in danger."She looked appraisingly at me and said, "My life is not in danger." And that is the way I want to keep it. Now just shut up about it or you can walk by yourself."When we got to the street I watched every car that came by and those that slowed down I watched even more. Of course I. In fact, she was certain that she’d be put into therapy if she related what she saw to anyone. But there they were: Marian Randall and Julian Willis, together! To approach or not to approach them that was the question! Oh yeah, for sure it was one helluva question. She made the decision. She’d be talking to Ava first. Oh yeah! Ava had to be first.“You saw who? You saw them where?” said Ava.“I know. I couldn’t believe it either. I still can’t believe it. Shades of high school,” said Bea. “And it.