" Mom smiled ruefully at me. "I think I need a few minutes break before getting this old body moving again" It's not that old!" I muttered."Now don't ...tart that again!" Mom responded and we just sat, peacefully, taking in the sounds of the birds, the whisper of the breeze and all the other forest sounds. I slipped my arm round Mom's shoulders and just sat there, enjoying our lonely intimacy until she finally sat up and suggested that we needed to get moving again.It was a lot easier walk now as. He shuddered. We were at a square table, with Saul in the middle--Lisa and I sitting opposite one another. “Ooh Lisa. Feel how firm Saul’s thighs are.” With a smile, she slipped her hand under the table and gave his other thigh a squeeze. “See what I mean?” She nodded and smiled. My hand slid further up his leg and came to rest on a significant bulge at his crotch. “Oh my,” I whispered, “Guess what I’ve found.” I stuck the tip of my tongue out between my teeth. Lisa leaned forward and her. And was very stylishly dressed when she arrived… and hell those shoes she had on must have cost more than everything i arrived wearing put together… has gone from sobbing to sobbing and mumbling words i can not understand… words i am not really interested in hearing… her long… artificially blond hair is in rats tails and her mascara which was obviously not as waterproof as the packaging implied is more than half way down her face and the black smears on the backs of her hands match the. Actually, he’s a sculptor. He does bronzes.”I cocked my head in amusement, “You mean… like, what of?” I was thinking of the bronzes we’d seen in western stores; horses, wildlife, things like that; the statues that all had a label on the bottom, ‘Made in China’, and sold for a hundred bucks or less. I know there are galleries with them and some can be expensive as hell.“I don’t know for sure, I haven’t seen any of them… maybe will Saturday. He has a little gallery.”Saturday. Seeing him again.