She introduced her friend, Ryan. Cindy came over to greet them. “Ooh, look at those nipples,” she joked. It’s true, Cindy had the most suckable ...nes imaginable, and they stuck out like accusing fingers. “You’re in good shape, Phil,” she said. It was true, for a guy in his mid-sixties, I was looking good. “Ryan works out too.” We went over to the pool. Pamela took off her tank top revealing the most perfect pair of tits. They must have cost a fortune. She lowered her shorts, revealing a waxed. With her lover dead, she left both her job and the big city to return tothe old farm house once owned by her hated uncle. He had left it and theone hundred acres of citrus trees to her. After cleaning out anythingand everything that reminded her of him, she took to taking long walksthrough the fragrant trees. During one of those strolls she came acrossmigrant workers plucking the ripe fruit. Seeing the women, some pregnantdoing the heavy labor decided to give them medical assistance. . ’ ‘Eh? You lost me Dad.’ ‘Sure, be opportunistic. But look over your shoulder with each step forward. And don’t allow the options you choose to undermine the very foundations upon which you’ve been building your life.’ ‘I’m still lost. Can you give me an example? To clarify the obfuscation. If that’s the right word?’ ‘Sure is. Where did you learn that?’ ‘From Mom. She used it to describe you.’ ‘When?’ ‘Not long ago.’ ‘Well, good word. Okay, so clarification. It’s kinda like saying that the. To quote me, on that ignominious occasion, I addressed my father loudly in the church and yelled: “Get the fuck out of here, arsehole! Have you come to see your handiwork?... Please fuck off and show some decorum.”“Amazingly, I did get on speaking terms with Lionel after that, a year before his death,” I added, in an attempt to diffuse my outburst.After my reflective lapse, Patrizio surprised me by asking if I would accompany him to the large mirror in my entrance hall.As we stood there looking.