Her eyes were a stunning deep blue and they focused on john as he stood by the gate. ‘Hello Dor, lovely to see you, who is this fine young man?’ s...he asked smiling at John. ‘This is my son John, John this is your Auntie Mabel’. Introduced his mum. ‘For heaven’s sake Dor. You make me feel old, Auntie indeed, ‘just call me May, John’ she replied shaking his hand and looking up at him with a smile. From his height advantage he looked down at her and his eyes were drawn involuntarily to where the. “I – uh – I’d be gentle...” a soft voice husked. Over Doris’ shoulder, I observed a somewhat geeky specimen of about twenty five, brown eyes bright with supplication. “If I, uh, have to do anything else...?” he husked.I turned raised eyebrows to Doris, “I think this one’s safe,” I advised, adding, “Sorry about the other one – I didn’t like his looks, but thought I was just being jealous.”“Well, he was obviously the exception that proves the rule!” Doris murmured. She turned and took in our. I screamed, "John." and made a desperate run toward him. John lay still, not moving, seeming to not even breathe. I was afraid he was dead. I cradled his head in my lap and tried to stop the flow of blood from his chest and mouth.Then I heard a siren; it kept coming closer and closer. It stopped and the next thing I knew, someone had lifted John up and took him away from me. I looked up and saw two paramedics. They were careful as they placed him on a gurney. They slipped him into their. But we have too many clothes on, dont you think? she laughed. Well, we can take care of that, cant we? He walked over to the table and handed her a glass of wine. Want to strip for me today? He had turned the radio to a station that played jazz and a saxophones brassy notes were carrying a familiar melody. You know I cant resist that music, Carrie replied, sipping the deepred wine. She slowly undulated in time to the music, pulling her blouse from her waistband and undoing the buttons down the.