I'm certain your mother will give you an earful when you get home."Vicky said the last with a smile and I knew she was right. I wasn't trained for thi..., but it didn't matter. If I wanted to lead my family, I needed to get with it. I just sighed and shook my head and went to check on the women that we'd stumbled upon. Before doing that I walked over to my Argo and grabbed my carbine. I'd left it there when I'd bailed out. I changed out the empty magazine and put on a new one. Vicky watched. “Your grandparents were living in New York City at the time. They’d always kept a townhouse there for when they came into the city, but when they sold the property on Long Island, they moved into the townhouse permanently. Your grandfather produced movies privately — not stuff for Hollywood, but training films, documentaries for companies, that kind of thing. He traveled quite a bit and your grandmother would often go with him.“In the late ‘40s, he was close to retiring, but was making one more. He didn't notice anything until he smelled her perfume. His mind whirled, part of it fighting to keep him focused on the report, the rest wondering why he smelled her perfume.He felt her hands on his shoulder and then her lips on his ear. "You've been working so hard, Darren. I think you need to take a break," she whispered. He could see her vague reflection in his computer screen.She caressed his chest through his shirt and then began opening one button at a time. He felt dizzy. The smell of. In the bedroom I scooped a completely naked Mary up into my arms, kissed her on mouth once and then gently laid her on bed and stood over her for a moment looking down at her nude form admiring her body.Her skin looked so pale it looked white against the dark bed cover, her hair, though only shoulder length, lay cascading across the deep blue pillow, her red lips slightly parted and moist. Her full breasts and darker nipples seemed to glisten with the rise and fall of her panting breath and.