A smile crossed her face,” That’s better,” she said, her stroking didn’t stop.“Becks, your hands, please stop.”Her hands paused but didn�...t leave me. “Why?" Was all she said.I simply stared at her, a thousand emotions tormenting me. “Becks, I can’t, I don’t want to, you’ve been kind and it has helped me, and for that I thank you, can we just go now, as friends?”Becks looked down at me, lying on the ground, a puzzled look on her face. I could see that she was trying to work something through her. Sensual ... sexual woman!He wanted to touch her.He needed to feel her soft skin.He stepped closer to her, and her lips parted in anticipation, as she squared her shoulders, thrusting out her breast, almost in challenge to him.Her feet shifted, to open her legs ... just a little, but everything she did was an invitation to him...Here! She seemed to be saying, look ... see ... touch ... feel...He was no saint, he was no god, he was only a man ... and it was an invitation that he could not refuse. I could always have a garage built. I won't need it until the end of summer, but I'd take it as soon as you found it."We drove on back into town. She wrote up the offer and I signed it. I told her I'd be at the Radison until I heard from her, and then I went to get some dinner.I had a million plans running through my mind as I ate my Surf and Turf. I knew I'd want to get a good 4-wheel drive vehicle of some kind and I'd want a couple of snowmobiles. I'd do some research during the summer to see. "No problem," Charles murmured in reply. Then he went back to staring at his feet."You can look now," Connie said after a minute.Charles looked up. Connie was standing on the stage wearing his 'hoodie'. Because of her size, it hung down on her like an oversized dress, which in a way was good. It meant that it covered her past her thighs, concealing Connie's nudity from Charles' gaze.Charles smiled up in relief."Thanks," Connie said, spreading her arms wide as she spoke."No problem," Charles.