Oh my God, I thought, I have to call now. How could I have forgotten? I quietly slipped out of bed and felt my way back to the dark living room. I fo...nd my handbag and went out on the deck as noiselessly as possible. I rummaged through my bag until I found my cell phone. I had turned it off when I reached the museum and, naturally, never thought to turn it on again that night. I flipped it open, you have missed seven calls. I pressed the voice mail button and waited impatiently to be. I took a step back from her, I had to get out of here. ‘What the hell, Lance, are you bleeding?’ ‘I um… must’ve scratched my arm on something,’ I fumbled with the lie lamely. She looked into my eyes for a moment and then reached out and took my arm. ‘Let me see,’ she said, pulling up my sleep. She gasped as we both stared at the marred flesh on my arm. There were six, nearly healed cuts, plus the angry one from a few minutes ago. Her eyes shot up to my face and her eyes locked with mine for a. I couldn't date her for real. The age gap is too much. But she is so hot! How do I work this? "I wish I had told you I have feelings for you first", I replied. "I'm glad you said it Dean." This chick is serious! Ok, I'm gonna play this out... I walked her to her car and gave her a kiss goodnight. That kiss was so electric I thought I was going to blow a hole in my khakis. She was the best kisser I ever experienced. Her lips and tongue seemed to be in-sync with mine. It was something I never. I told her I would be very happy to see her, and expressed my deep affection for her and told her I was really looking forward to doing those things. She laughed and told me she would be right over. I was glad I had shaved a few hours earlier, because I like my face to be smooth when it is between a woman’s thighs, which is where I expected it to be shortly after Karen’s arrival. I changed the bed, making it with just a clean bottom sheet, and turned up the thermostat, because I expected us to.