”“Not fifty, I said the wrong side of, which means past fifty-five.”“Ah, gotcha. Well then, you look even better. So… how old are your kids....��“Daughter is twenty-five and my son is twenty-three,” I answered as I finished off her plate.She leaned back in her seat. “I’m younger than your daughter, by about a year, and you’re older than my dad. That’s weird.”“It’s only weird if you make it weird.” I looked at her and smiled. “Is he still around?”She looked down at the table, she seemed. Even tucked into my favourite pair of jeans it hung down past my ass. The short sleeves grazed my elbows and resisted all efforts to be rolled up."Ah, fuck it," I muttered, pulling the cheap t-shirt off in one swift motion. Underneath I wore one of my standard cotton tanks, this one black. The rush of cool air on my arms and neck felt wonderful. I sighed contentedly.It had grown a little quieter, and glancing around I noticed Shaun, several of the waitresses, and almost every customer seated at. ) Now they just float about, like un-exploded land mines, attacking basically at random and without warning, and not just the outer planets either, they've even hit one of the core worlds a few years back, though that was dealt with in under two hours by local LEOs and with only five casualties other than the attackers.Meanwhile the Miranda Wave has fanned the long dormant embers of independence in the hearts of a lot of old soldiers and fresh faced young rebels. No one admits to having met. Slowly, I realized that we are in the park and took my lips away from my girl’s cleavage. Suddenly, I started worrying about what Meena would have thought about me due to my actions. When I looked into her face, to my complete surprise, she had closed her eyes and was taking a deep breath with her lips slightly open.Without wasting a second, I lip locked Meena. I moved my right hand onto left boob and started caressing the left boob on her dress itself. I could feel the jerks from Meena. After.