"Can he change colors?" Only on Mondays."Jason's giggles got louder and Doug dropped to his knees and crawled toward him. He squealed and ran toward t...e table where his mother was sitting with Doug's sister and brother who were in kindergarten and second grade. We had been in third grade when Doug's father died from cancer. Three years later, his mom fell in love with Greg Nelson, one of four fifth grade teachers at our school. Doug adored his younger siblings and spent as much time with them. She stepped back one step, then two, then closed her eyes. Her hips moved slowly again. Music played in her head. Her warm smooth movement played in my eyes. Lily had filled out since we met, but she had done so in the most wonderful way. Curves became her. They framed her in softness and subtlety like the muted colors of twilight. They gave her flow. Her fingers undid her skirt. The material slid over her hips and piled at her feet with a whisper. She stepped out of it and closer to me, still. “The pleasure was all mine, Miss Molly. You are an amazingly beautiful and desirable woman.”It was her turn to blush, something that she did often. With her fair complexion, when Molly blushed, she turned pink from the roots of her hair to where her neck disappeared in her dress collar.“You are also very bold. I feel as if I’m a young girl when I’m with you and you seem a much older man.”I had to smile at that observation because of how close to the truth it really was. Looking at her, I had a. In America, it is supposed to be a day to remember those who died in our wars." Sad day." Not for most people. They do not know what the holiday is for, only that they do not have to work." Then we can stay in bed longer."I puzzled that statement. "If you wish." I like this. I feel ... safe ... good."Okay, this time it's too close. "Lita, that's a little too close." Why?" Lita, you are a pretty young girl. There is part of me that does not know that you are Lita, my friend, who I take care of..