His most striking feature were possibly his eyes, grey as a stormy sky and just as changeable. The combination was so striking that for a moment it ro...bed her of her breath and instinctively she felt him for what he was, a force of nature, more frightening even through the care he took not to appear so. She watched him move across the space separating them, was spellbound by the grace and power in his movements, and as he reached her, she had to turn from him, to block him out in order not to. I kept kissing him and telling him I was sorry and he just said it was alright and held me tight.'A sob accompanied this last statement.'I wanted to show him how much I loved him so I climbed over him and made love to him. I made love to him. And it was so wonderful. It was as if I was reasserting my rightful position in his life, this other person just didn't matter, they were unimportant.'She reached into her bag and pulled some tissues out to wipe her eyes and blow her nose, and there was a. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she went into the house and dialed Alan’s cell phone. Alan told her to come on over to his house, as his mom was going out to a garden club meeting, and his dad wasn’t going to be home for hours. ‘I have a surprise for you when you get here slut.’ She almost bolted out the door. * * * In the car on the way over her cell phone rang and she reached to the dash to key the phone which was lodged in the hands-free unit. It was her friend Suzy Cormier,. Her left arm was lying on her thigh, palm almost flat, and my left arm was under my pillow.My eyes fluttered open when she spoke softly. "I've dreamed of this often." What?" I mumbled."Being with you, touching you." Feel free," I whispered. "I love you." She was my mother, and I would deny her nothing. If touching me would help her heal, I'd welcome it always. I felt a tiny bit guilty, because I had lied to her when she'd asked if I ever thought of her sexually. My mother was a sensual woman..