Her makeup was pretty good but she was wearing too much of that too. I told Charlotte that I liked makeup on my wife best when she didn’t look like ...she was wearing any makeup at all. After all a little goes a long way. Her bright red lipstick was too much and her eyes were way too dark. Charlotte thanked me for my comments.Then Charlotte asked me about her outfit. I knew that a simple ‘I like it’ was not going to be enough for her. So I looked her over as she smiled at me. As I looked at her. ”“Do I look that old to be called ma’am?” Jasmine asks with a crooked smile.Neither boy can take their eyes off her, so both know the answer to that one. “Our dad always taught us to be polite no matter the age of the person,” Andrew answers.“But if you don’t like ma’am, we’ll call you anything you wish,” Bobby adds almost like he is out of breath.Jasmine giggles a little. “You boys act like you’ve never seen a girl mostly naked.”“Um, we have seen...” Bobby starts to say before his brother. Then I got my head together again. But before I could say anything Elaine interrupted."You must have loved her. I could see by your face that the memories are good." I smiled."Yes, they are good. I loved her then and I have carried that love for twenty-five years, after we parted. It will never go away, but sits in a special corner of my mind." Elaine had moisture in her eyes as she said."I wish someone could love me that much."I leaned across and put my hand on hers."Elaine, I am sure that you. We'd just hang out with our friends at the Tasty-Freeze and stuff. We was always "Just Friends." You know, the kind of friends where the girl just wants to have fun and the guy just wants to fuck. Yeah, I really liked her, maybe even loved her a little. By the time we was thirty, I'd moved to the city and Dawn had gotten married and divorced already. We hadn't seen each other in years. So when I was in town for the Christmas holidays, I called her up and ask her out on a dinner date. We drove.