I am a widower and she is a widow. Her son and my son have both migrated to the USA. We both used to go for our morning walk in Pune. Every day we use... to see each other but neither of us spoke to one another. Generally, she used to smile and I smiled back.Every day I used to sit on a bench beneath a huge tree, and then proceed back home. She used to walk past me and give me a generous smile. She was tall, lanky, thin (not slim), quite fair with good facial features. Her height may be around 5. We can study tomorrow night.”With a smile spreading over her face, Joan agreed. They had been workingvery hard since the start of classes, and their good test scoresreflected that work. So, she too felt they deserved a break.Joan put her books away and turned on the TV. She and Bill settled onthe couch to watch TV and eat. As the pizza disappeared and they drankthe wine, they became playful with each other. That was not unusual.Then, as they finished the last of the wine, Joan laid her head. So I said, kinda in a whisper, "I'm still hot from the fucking in last session. And I wanted you again ... maybe in the ass this time." I knew I could distract her with ass-fucking. She thought it was so dirty and hot. Me, I didn't give a fuck one way or the other."Oh, Ryan," she put her arms around my neck and leaned her forehead against mine. Personally I hate that shit. I mean, you can't even look at the other person, right? But she went on, "That's so nasty. You know we don't do that except. They rented an SUV and left for Salmon, Idaho, 140 miles south on US 93. It would be a slow drive. They'd climb and descend the steep, switch-back curves of Lost Trail Pass to cross the Montana-Idaho border.They arrived in Salmon and checked into a double room. A young girl working the front desk recommended a good steakhouse. Gregor and Mikhail wanted something big and broiled on their plates. The short flight from Seattle served stale peanuts; they'd been too rushed to stop for a full.