Our tongues wrestled each other as my hands explored the velvet skin wherever they could reach. Breaking only to strip me, Ginny pushed me onto a dark...green Chesterfield settee and instantly straddled me. The cold leather was only a fleeting distraction as our lips joined once more. My right hand found her left breast, revelling in its firmness. It had been a long time since I’d been with a woman as young or as toned. It didn’t take much squeezing and pinching before I felt her hand reach. That doesn't explain the changes in me. There really wasn't anything that I could say to her that would not make it impossible to face her in the future. And I knew that there was nothing that she could do to help me.When I was dressed I went back out to the kitchen and made my salad. I ate it slowly and then nuked a little of the casserole and picked at it. I put my dishes in the sink and made myself another drink. Then I sat at the kitchen table and tried to cry. I wanted to. I felt like. I hope you don’t mind that I hope they’re together now.” Dag was going to marry Cali Marx’s mother? Damn!“Of course, Miss Marx. Uh ... If you’ll forgive me, Dag had an envelope in his vault with your name on it but it doesn’t have an address. If you’re staying in town, I could have it couriered to you.”“I’m still not ready. Are you continuing his ... business?”“Yes. I was his partner and inherited the bulk of his estate.”“I paid Dag a retainer to keep that envelope until I need it. Can I trust. I don’t normally use the binoculars for this type of sightseeing, but the temptation was too high. I found a few nice specimens to ogle, I mean study, and was soon getting quite aroused from my spying. I was starting to feel a tiny bit guilty about watching them so I retired for the day. Tried out the TV but there was not much to watch, unless you are into the Bumblebee Man. Sorry, a ‘Simpsons’ reference to Mexican television. I drop so many Simpsons references that I’m waiting for my friends.