He took apart his lawn mower completely and rebuilt it making it like new and even better than it was before."She laughed and my mother jumped in then... (They both do this all the time you see. Harriet and my mom are always jumping in and out of each-others conversations! It drives me crazy sometimes, LIKE NOW!) My mom continued the story, "Fred actually offered to buy it back from Ricky! He offered him $100.00 dollars for it! I bet he only paid $50.00 for the mower brand new. Well, Ricky. The feel of your tongue sliding against mine, the soft groans we can’t help making, the sense of your happy hands pulling at my clothes — obviously you want what I want: our flesh touching directly as much as we can. I want to revel in your naked flesh as it appears, tasting you, gently sucking and nibbling each exposed bit of you as it is revealed. Yet I doubt we could be that patient, so eager we are to see each other. Staring into your eyes my hands cup your breasts, I want to read your. I heard their elderly car pull up in the street and sent a message to eddy that ‘they were here’ as they started up the path, the bell went and I opened the door to them. Mike, slipping his arm round me and telling me I looked swell, Gloria more shyly kissing my cheek both of them dressed in jeans and shedding their rainproof jackets in the front hall as they came past the coat-pegs. I lead them into the living room Mike taking over the armchair, Gloria taking to the sofa nearest to him. I. ” forgive me but I don’t recall the speciality college and it probably shouldn’t be mentioned in this story anyway. “So that is why you are working at the funeral home now... as an intern I guess?” I asked. “Yes, that’s right. I plan on becoming the youngest Funeral Home Director!” she replied. Ok, this caught me off guard. A beautiful woman who seemed intelligent and has a lot going for her... but a Funeral Home Director? Why? Found out that was a long boring story so I won’t bore you.