Something seemed to overcome him as he pulled her off the table and lead her down the hallway to the foyer stairs that wound up to the second floor of...their comfortable home. Walking in front of him she felt his eyes watching her ass sway to and fro before him. Halfway up the stairs he grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her to her knees. His hands glided up her thighs to her heart-shaped ass. Leaning into the stairs she felt his need to take her right then, right there. He pulled her ass. She has no way of knowing that she was the one that first told me about him. Seeing her with that weight off her shoulders made the violence worth it. I always taught my martial arts students, “The best-fought fight is the fight never fought.” Unfortunately, some people only understand violence, and so the second thing I teach is, “It is better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war.”When I pull away from our embrace, Grace puts her arm around my shoulder. She asks, “What did you. " "I am not old," Bobbie said with her own laugh. In another coupleof minutes Bob stepped forth in a tailored tuxedo, pointedly running hisfinger over a neatly-trimmed moustache. "Now that's a new idea," Deana said. "Anything for you, my blushing bride," Bob replied. Deana fluffed up her voluminous skirts, and said, "I don't know howwe're going to get all this inside our aircar." "Don't worry about it, my dear," Bob said grandly. "Your husband hastaken care of everything.". Judith went away when she discovered I wasn't what she thought she wanted. It stung to admit to being the reason for the pattern, but given my health challenges, it wasn't a bad thing, just painful.I knew if I kept that up I would find myself depressed, so I hopped out of the easy chair and called the concierge, to make us reservations somewhere the girls would love. She assured me that she had the perfect place, and would have the hotel car waiting for us at eight o'clock. It was just coming.