M and I went to the kitchen where she got us a drink and we sat at the bar. She then asked me to be truthful and wanted to know why I had an erection ...esterday in her office. I remarked that as I had looked over her shoulder at the cum stains, her blouse had fallen forward and offered me a view of her breasts. She looked at me with this puzzled look and then said it’s nice to know I can still turn young heads. Trying to show my innocence, I asked if “rub one out” meant Miss. Fields had. It is a Sunday, the window is open, and the curtain barely sways in the early breeze of spring. Faith sits quietly reading and is startled by his voice coming through the open window. "Hey, cutie!" The goofiest, sexiest grin she has ever seen peeks in. Faith stands, puts her book down, and walks to meet him outside in the balcony, not inviting him to her private space. "Good to see you!" Her heart beats as fast as a humming bird's heart. "Be still, my heart," she thinks. Hellos and a few words. "I have... I'm going to go... I didn't mean to wake you." she said softly as she followed his 6 pack abs down to his waist and on to his firm erection. Damn it she thought, her mind begged her to go, but her heightened sense of arousal kept her firm. He moved over on the bed and reached out to her leg, tracing his finger on her midthigh up and down, daring a little higher with each stroke as he locked his bluish-grey eyes to her bright green eyes. He looked from her eyes to her mouth and. .. they were... Okay, but why not just use a gun? Why a machete?”“It was actually my wife’s machete. She got it from her mom, you know. Family heirloom. Figured she would like that if…” He breathed deep before sinking onto the bed, the picture in hand. “I know that isn’t what she would’ve wanted from me. But, I couldn’t just let it lie. No one is going to remember her name. Or why she died. To the rest of the people, she didn’t matter. But, she mattered to me.”“What was her name?”“Ramona. Her.