'I love you!' she mouthed to me from across the table. I saw Valerie and Christina look at her in surprise, then at me, before they giggled and went b...ck to paying attention to me again.I was having a wonderful time myself. Valerie and Christina were a joy to be with in every way. They never failed to miss an opportunity to make me feel special, from touching my hand or arm softly as they talked to me, to laying their head gently on my shoulder as they whispered some witty comment in my ear. If. She came to his side, standing there silently reading, then she said, “We will call Cat Mary and me Bea.”“That is right,” he said.“And what will we call you, Hans or Heine?”“They speak English in Penn’s Forest. I think I will be John Henry.”“English, I did not think of that. Do you know English?”“No Lisbeth but I will learn I am sure. Now tell me what you know about papa going to see Uncle Hans’.”Feeling very important in knowing something her brother wanted to know she stepped back to. His back was to her as he watched TV but now he slowly rocked side to side, apparently moving to some song on his television show. The chairs stimulation combined with warmth of a person, any person, aroused Jennifer more then she cold have imagined. She parted her legs a bit and hips began to hump her son’s back ever-so-slightly. What the fuck am I doing??? But before she could have any second thoughts her son turned around and laid beside her, he cuddled his face into the softness of her. When this young woman came in that I guessed to be a university student, yet she dressed with class. A tight white sweater, short skirt that showed off her long tanned shapely legs (my weakness.) I looked her over as she stood in line and she looked me over where I sat with a mischievous smile on her full lips. Then I looked at the way she moved her hips as she sauntered to a table close at hand. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl’s toes. No rings she.