Saw it in her c***d bearing hips and the way her boot cut jeans hugged around the thickness of her thighs.A woman like Diane spent her life in the pur...uit of the American dream and forgot the joys of the treasures of this world. She forgot the beauty of a sunset. The ambience of a moon lit night. The calming sounds of the ocean and the brisk freshness of a ocean breeze. She forgot how simple gestures like a warm hand or a hot tongue could set the body on fire. I wondered how long had she walked. And the cute blonde guy told me his name was Bobby. He was a hot little twink, about five-feet-ten-inches and kind of skinny. Medium-light blonde hair, and clean-shaven. He had on a light button-up shirt with some board type shorts. I saw he was wearing some tennis shoes too, when I checked out his legs. I told Bobby I had to go, and we finished up our beers. Bobby walked out with me and said, "Wow, this is a great day for a ride, isn't it." Yes, it is," I replied, "A beautiful day for a ride.. I entered her room quietly, so as not to startle her, and found hersitting in her recliner, minutely studying the old photos in a stackin front of her, a half smile on her face. "Hello, Mom," I calledsoftly. "It's me, Paul."My mother looked up and replied, "Paul? Paul? Who's Paul?" After amoment, a wave of recognition passed over her face, and she said; "Oh,Paul! Of course! So good to see you- please, sit down."We spent a few minutes going through the usual niceties - questionsabout her health,. Letting himself into the flat Marek turned to where he sensed Heather was standing.“Well lover, it’s not much but it’s home.” Marek took off his jacket and hung it from a hook in the hallway. “Let me show you around and then I’ve got to get some sleep.”Leading Heather around the small two bedroom flat Marek was acutely aware that over the last few weeks he had let his standards slip, the place wasn’t filthy dirty but was certainly in need of some work.“I suppose ghosts don’t need to sleep, do.
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