Tears were now rolling silently down her face. I took her hand andguided her to my room. We sat on my bed, facing each other.And she started to cry lo...udly. I took her into my arms, she sat on me,crossing her legs around my waist, placing her ass on my knees, and shewrapped her arms around me. I hugged her tightly, and caressed her hair. Ithad a golden gleam, made by the moonlight, and smelled wonderful. tocherries.I started to move my hands across her back, while placing little kisses onher. It all started a little while ago following a comment on a story that had been posted. One short note led to another, to a full blown correspondence. Sometimes these things take on a life of their own, coy changes to chat, changes to comfortably saucy. Believe me when I say saucy; and that's where it might all have stayed. We each knew where the other lived and while not at opposite ends of the country it was far enough away to have have been just that.Then in a telephone chat - did I mention. There is a tap on the door and when I open it I find Lucy, this morninghe is wearing a simple blue cotton dress with white lapels and cuffs.His half apron is stiffly starched and edged with a simple white lace. AMob Cap is perched on his head its also starched and has an edging oflace around the frilled bottom of the cap."Hello Lucy," I greet him, "I was hoping to speak to you this morning."He bobs into a shallow curtsey. "Good morning Mam, how can I help you?" I have some delicates that are in. Coming back to the living room, Mel could tell his future wife wasdown. The man who was going to make a great husband called her over,motioning for her to sit on the couch with her back to him. Rightafter she sat down Mel started to rub her back. All he said was, "Careto share?"Maryanne enjoyed the massage for a couple of minutes to get thetension out of her body first. She did not want her disappointment toturn into anger. Once she was in the right state of mind, Maryannesaid, "It is just my.