He lies awake in the King size bed, arm across his forhead,
stareing at the ceiling. Feeling alone, and needing someone
to hold, he tosses back the blankets revealing his tanned
naked length in the moonlight. Sitting up he throws his
legs over the side of the bed, and stands. Stretching twisting
his neck from side to side, he walks to the small caddy near
the wall, and pours himself a scotch. Then walking to the
window, he leans against the glass overlooking the wooded
yard. Bits and pieces of their conversation come to mind.
Oh but she was so sexy, playful, and innocent. Yes…innocent.
Not drop dead georgous, or the Barbie type. Full sexy breasts…large
nipples, mmm… those nipples were delightful. Fullness
in body, but nothing that couldn’t be worked off with
the right excersize. She had BIG beautiful blue eyes that
sparkled with laughter and mischeviousness. Their conversations
were of nothing in particular. Just that he was happy to
see her everytime they met. Talking about the weather,
the kids, Her family, his. He felt like the center of her
universe most of the time. A good feeling when one was so
alone through the years. Thinking about it too, their situations
were closely linked as well. She went through a divorce
8 years ago, and him…going through a loss of his own 8 years
ago. She calls it a sign…could it have been? He will never
know….now.
Tossing his drink back to slide smoothly down his throat.
He turns and heads for his closet, pulling out some clothes,
he’s decided to take a ride to the local Gentlemans
club.

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