There in the middle of my bed was the broken remains of my guitar.It was too much. That final nail in the coffin. Too much to bear. I crumpled and my ...eautiful girlfriends knelt and wept beside me.If I was seventy or eighty, I’d lay a kindly hand on my shoulder in sympathy. Then I’d say something like, ‘Life’s unpredictable.’ I’d think for at least a second about the people I’ve lost and then I’d continue. ‘You need to not dwell on it. You have responsibilities. Your family needs you. You need. Her waist was narrow and her tummy was hard from years of playing soccer. She wasn’t all six-pack abs and she still had a tummy but it was more of a swell than a paunch. Celia told her it was sexy and Celia knew everything about sex. Or at least it seemed that way to Amber, who knew nothing. Finally, Amber assessed her hips. They were broadening into a woman’s hips. Her pubic mound wasn’t as prominent as it had been when she was very young and skinny but it still clearly marked the crown of her. A prince." She looked into my face above hers and kissed me again. "should I hoist you up and carry you to bed?" "Don't you dare, Charlie. I'm old enough and wise enough not to need that. The sheets are clean, that side is your side and this side is mine. How about we meet in the middle and take it kind of slow?" We did. Very slow. We explored each other, mutually. We were so new to each other in the physical sense and so familiar with each other in the emotional sense that we didn't impose any. . ooo! I see you are quite behind; shall we go into the office here, George! Do you have a minute. I need your help”Together they look at the books and then go into the office to talk to Mrs Campbell. Mrs Campbell is an attractive forty four year old with two children. She stands five foot three in stockinged feet, but five foot six in the heels she always wears. They cause her to tense and tighten and lean in a way which emphasises her still well structured body. Slowly the talk hovers around.