Her waves were loose and shiny and she didn’t care at all if he mussed them up. At that moment, Aren decided to stop thinking. He knew he didn’t ...now what he really wanted from Gin. He didn’t care. He also knew that thinking about it would bring him no closer to enlightenment than he was already, so why bother. He decided to simply go with what felt right. He decided not to question his heart with the screwed up stuff in his head. Right now, nothing in the world felt more right than holding. She was an amazing woman, perhaps ten years senior to him, but his eyes only saw the woman underneath what the public was allowed to see. No matter how the public might see this generous woman, they didn’t know the beginning of her generous nature or love for people that knew no boundaries of race, station in society, or any other cataloging people used. He often thought back to that night when her husband tracked him down and asked him to look after her because he was dying. His soul melted as. She winked at me, said something, then looked at me again. Her finger was still inside her shorts, and now I was parallel with her. I could see what she did. Her thumb stroked one puffy pussy lip. She winked again and pulled the finger out of her shorts. She held her finger up to her lips, urging me to silence, then looked around quickly. A large hedge lined the driveway on one side. She said something, then hung up the phone. She moved to the hedge side of the car, where she was shielded from. Kendra tended to talk a lot, but did she just tell Mom what kind of aura she had?“How much do you know about auras, Kendra?” Mom asked. We were all asking the question inside. “Can you read them?”“Oh, heavens, no! You’d think that if I could see them I’d have one that was more exciting,” she laughed.“Like Mom’s,” Morgan whispered. I glanced at her. What?“Just an artist’s interpretation?” Dad asked.“Oh. Memorized. Verbatim. What an aura reader in Greenwich Village told me last year. He started.