He went into the living room and picked up the paper. “Don’t get too comfortable” Millie called out “dinner will be ready in 15 minutes”. He... read the paper until Millie yelled out “it’s on the table sweetheart”. Sweetheart? She hadn’t called him that since….he couldn’t remember when.He went into the dining room to find his favourite, fish and salad. “That looks nice” he said and looked at his wife. She seemed to be glowing. He sat down and they ate their meal. “How was your day” Millie asked.. To slow, and you’re lying there bored just waiting for him to move on. Too fast and he’s just a one speed teenager bumbling about. But my stranger seems to have at least some inkling as to what he’s doing.We fall into the sensual dance done throughout the ages. It is simple and effortless, as only a good lover can bring out of a woman. Our clothes find themselves scattered across the floor. His body hard and lean; I welcome him with my heated embrace. His body flexes and ripples against my. In the movies or in the cop shows, the good guy shoots a bad guy, utters some cool one-liner, and then goes to eat donuts with his friends. In real life you almost wish you were the one being shot. I spent the next seven hours giving depositions to various detectives of increasing rank while I was sure that Ruth and Lori did not fare any better. Time and again I had to retell the story while a Union rep sat by my side shuffling papers and looking important. It was after eight when the last. The young teen had been sitting in the student’s desk nearest to the teacher’s desk, using a test templet to grade some tests, while talking to her teacher. Barbra got up from her desk and walked around behind Britney, and then ran her fingers through the young teen’s beautiful long blonde hair.“You know you have beautiful hair,” Barbra said, as she felt the softness between her fingers.“Thank you. It is something I inherited from my mother,” Britney said.Barbra tilted the young blonde’s head.