M. and went to the river.She had been in there for about two hours when she looked up andfound, to her surprise, a taxi from Sudbury Yellow Cab pulled...up atthe river. She waded out of the water and opened the door, to find asobbing young girl and an older woman, who River barely recognized asDawn Winter, the author who had been among the cancer patients a weekago. The woman was huddled in a fetal position, and looked closer to70 than 40."I think she is dying," the young girl said, and River had. I swung the door open expecting to see Daddy smiling and holding up the keys, instead it was his friend Mark Osborne. Maybe Mr. Osborne was just delivering the car?“Lilly?” he seemed kind of shocked to see me but I realized that he probably just expect to see his friends teenage daughter answering the door in a barely there bikini.“Oh, hiya Mr. Osborne.” I spoke at him but my focus was still on that red convertible. Unknown to me was that his focus was situated on me, and the fact that the AC. I had just been watching the Parade go by, so I said yes. As we sat and watched and talked for over an hour and a half, we became more and more intimate. I put my arm around her and she put her head on my shoulder.” “This was an Italian lady who was about 28yrs old, with jet black hair, cut into a bob, shadowy grey eyes and soft facial skin which didn’t need any make-up. She was dressed in a dark green dress, with a low colletage and a full midi-skirt. She wore fine stockings and four inch. I could feel her pulse in her thin wrist under my thumb. I leaned towards her, her eyes half-lidded, and kissed her passionately on her lips. Just as I was suggestively moving my tongue into her mouth, we were interrupted. "Ahem," the waiter said. "Would the two lovebirds care to hear the specials?" Tara giggled nervously, and shifted in her chair. I could guess at the feelings she was experiencing, especially given the precariously uncovered nature of her twat. I held her hand in mine, and.