“Just about, come on down and I won’t be but a jiffy,” she insisted.“I’ll be down in a second. I was wearing my one pair of old police fatig...es. I had them only because I wore them the night Ray, Thia, and Jon took me to dinner. I had covered as a sitter for a couple of weeks while things got straightened out with Ray’s mother. She planned to be their sitter while Cynthia worked at the hospital. At least for the hours Jon would be alone at the house.That was the night that the mental case set. It would be great for a glass of wine and a night of...fun. Don't you think?" She said as she looked over at me and began walking towards me slowly. I was much too in shock to respond. My throat just choked up. I was intimidated and nervous - something I never really encountered. I mean, I never really had problems with women, but I wouldn't say they threw themselves at me either. "Well?" She asked. Waiting intently for a response with one eyebrow raised, "Can you imagine it?" "I -uh." I. We continued chatting for a while before Mike realised he had to go to his next job. I picked up the cups etc. and took them to the sink and began to wash them. Mike picked up the tea towel and began to dry the cups.I don’t know how it happened but somehow our eyes met. The chemistry still existed and we kissed. It was as if nothing had happened between the last kiss we had shared ten years earlier and now.As we embraced the passion was amazing. We broke the kiss. I was holding him tighter than. He then forced me to have dinner in his house. I said that it is about to rain & that I must reach home very soon. But, he forced me to have dinner with him & at last I agreed. We had our dinner & the time was then 10:30. Then I asked me to give the keys of my bike. But we did not find them. We searched for a long time but we did not find them. Then my friend said me to go in his father’s scooter & gave the keys. I immediately started home on the old scooter. After few minutes it started.