She practices yoga, and eats healthily. When I see her naked, it feels like I am attracted to a very young woman.I think this was our first morning. S...e tells me she is going for a jog, and will be back in about an hour. Off she goes towards town. The beach is on the other side of the road. There are a few houses that side, but mostly it is open space, with a few bushy sections, and the occasional grassy park, between the road and the sandy beach. On our side of the road there are very few. I do not have much time.A replay of my most recent dream begins to filter into my thoughts. Thedream is familiar. The characters and situations change from time totime, but the essential elements are always the same. It is about Mommy.This time, she is young and very pretty. In fact, she looks really morelike a young schoolgirl than a mommy. Freely flowing blond hair cascadesdown below her shoulders. She is wearing one of those stereotypicalcatholic school uniforms with a white blouse,. So no more names. But ... if you want to be treated as something other than a kid, you're going to have to act that way. No stunts like your threat this morning. Deal?"He looked like he wanted to ask just what WAS going on in my bedroom, but he just nodded, "Okay, Tommy." And I'll try to remember your name, but don't jump all over me if I forget." Yeah," Beth added, "Jumping all over him is my job!"Kevin sat there for a second, turned beet red and mumbled something neither of us could. The face and the man, my cornerstone these last twenty years.After a while, he stopped and asked. “Claire, honey, is everything alright? You seem very quiet. That’s not like you.”“I’m fine, baby. It’s just I miss you and I was enjoying just hearing you talk and looking at your handsome face.”His expression changed. “I miss you too, darling,” and he sighed deeply. “I’m proud of you, and I get it, but I really miss you. I wish you were here right now, in my arms, so I could hold you and make love.