’ They laughed. ‘I’m going to miss you, Geoffie,’ she said. ‘I’ll be around,’ he said. ‘Count on it. Besides,’ he added, ‘There�...�s a part of me in Jeff, anyway. You’ve sensed it. In a way, I am still with you. And you sense that too, don’t you?’ She hugged him, nodding, and thought, how strange this is. For some reason, she wasn’t tearing up. She would when she woke, she knew, but not now. Amy snuggled against him comfortably. She knew it was the last time, and another miracle of its own –. It would be so easy to just ... turn around and surrender to the feelings he provoked in her.She closed her eyes for a moment and then moved to do just that.She looked up into his silver grey eyes and her lips parted on a sigh.Marcus had never been so tempted in his life...The door to the cocktail bar opened and several people piled out."Come on ... I'm parked just around the corner!" Marcus growled out savagely, as the moment passed them by and they parted again.Peter answered the telephone. There was no residual heat there, only aslight damp which was probably from my towel. Nothing that suggestedanything had happened. For a second I wondered if I was going crazy, ifall this was a hallucination.A sound, a quiet vocal. "Heh." A deep whisper, sending a tiny thrumthrough the air. Amusement.I was curled up in a ball, gasping for air. The pain must have beeninstantaneous, but I swear time almost stopped as the wave flowed at asnails' pace from my groin through my stomach, around. It began a week previously, when I was reading a story in one of my magazines about a young lad and his escapades with his sexy older neighbour. By coincidence, or was it fate, as I finished reading the story and was about to put the magazine back in its hiding place, I glanced out of my bedroom window and noticed my neighbour, Mrs. Evans, hanging out her washing. Now I'd never thought of Mrs. Evans as anything but a neighbour, she was at least forty years older than I was and any sexual.