My Mother in Law came out for a week long visit. Around bed time on the evening she arrived, I always stay up late, my wife took off to bed. Bev was l...ooking pretty worn out from the long drive so I decided to enact my plan. I offered up a back massage since she looked like she needed some stress relief. She looked kinda like she wanted it but said "No Thanks". I replied with "At least let me rub your shoulders." She agreed. She moved over and sat on the floor in front of me. I spent about 10. I'll try not to disrupt your routine any more than necessary." This is not a high-pressure organization, Mr. Wicks. I've arranged for you to use this room all day, if necessary, and everyone here will be asked to cooperate with you fully."The elegant gray-haired woman reappeared with the coffee. It was in an insulated silver container. On a silver tray, along with fragile-looking cups and saucers, there were little blue envelopes, all in a row in their own little form-fitting cut-glass. My head snapped up. Standing in the doorway was the store manager, Ms Webster. Not Miss Webster or Mrs Webster…it was Ms Webster a hard edged, no nonsense businesswoman. She was about the same age as my mother, but there was nothing warm or motherly about her. Her clothes were always sharp, her makeup and hair perfect. She was the first female store manager for the company and she didn’t get the job by being “nice.” She may have been attractive once, but many years fighting the “old. Laughing myself I lay her on the couch. She was a bit pissed seeing as she hates being tickled but I kissed her, right on the lips holding her. Smiling as I pull away and see her blue eyes flutter open. 'She's so beautiful.. God I'm so glad she's here with me. I'd die without her' I thought. Now, I believe if she took off again I'd never bounce back up.Laying with her there was, well, quite a great feeling just being with her. Moving her hair out of her face, kissing her slowly. Something you.