I’ve changed from my formal work wear into some old denim shorts, a bikini top and a light shirt left open. My hair is trailing down my back and I j...st feel so good. I turn, and there he is. He strolls up behind me and stands at my shoulder looking out to sea with me. He’s older than me, and has the lean rangy build of someone who spends all of his time outside, working in the landscape as it changes through the seasons. His shock of sandy hair and intense grey-blue eyes sit well in a face. „You wanna sit down and talk a bit, before we leave?“„Sure, why not“, I replied.We went to my livingroom/office and I took a seat on my white couch. The lamp, which stood next to it, enlightened the room. I still had a bottle of water on the table in front of the sofa and I offered Karl something to drink, while he sat down on one of the two chairs in the room.„You know, we have never talked about what you do for fun“, he said, while I poured him a glas. „What are your hobbies?“„Besides. It was as if I heard her voice, a voice I hadn’t even experienced for real. It was in the rhythm of the sentences, the uniqueness of punctuation, the choice of words. All those little things told me that it was her, who she was, what she felt, her mood and her reactions. I imagined her lips shape the words I witnessed on screen, her fingers resting on a keyboard, her eyes scanning my words, the signal I pained for, keystrokes I chose in anguish to find those that would please her the most. I. "Emily, are you out there?"They both stopped in mid-stroke. Saliva was drooling down from Emily's chin. Rod felt his balls churning as they were denied yet another time."Yes, Mum ... Rod is helping me find my keys. I dropped them just this moment."They sorted out their clothing and moved to the doorway. An attractive mature woman waited with a smile for her wayward daughter."Oh, do come in, young man. Emily, your Father is still in Washington at the conference. Do you two lovebirds want a.