"Yeah, especially from the sixties." No way," I said, the late sixties were my gems."Yeah, early Stones, Blood Sweat and Tears, Mike Bloomfield," he l...isted."You know who Mike Bloomfield is?" I asked, stunned. He was to most people a forgotten guitar man, d**gs getting him like many, way before his time."Yeah, his guitar on Bob Dylan's Maggie's Farm Live was epically life-changing."My daughter added, "Dwight is the lead guitarist in a blues band." I didn't know that," I said.He shrugged, "it's. I put both hands on her waist and pulled her down so that my crotch was next to hers.Thu didn't protest so I kept my hands on her waist and brushed my fingers over her bare abdomen."What are you thinking about?" she asked."Just you and how beautiful you are," I answered. "And how I want to remember you like this."My eyes looked over her, seeing the sparkle in her eyes, down to her slender neck, to her chest, where her nipples were pushing against the green cotton of her sweater. I reached and. " It never seemed like you did before." Well, things change. I changed."Elise just shook her head. "It's your life, but I think you're nuts."Warren, for his part, was devastated. She wouldn't talk to him on the phone. She wouldn't answer her door for him. She blocked his number on her cell phone. She wrote the note, and that was that, and she was done with him.And he would never understand it. How could she walk away from what they had together? How could she just cut him off that way-and for. Even so, she was pretty happy about it too because she thought to surprise him by buying his coffee for a change. Of course the cashier behind the counter knew exactly who she was talking about when she handed him the money and told him who it was for."Just tell him his coffee is already paid for the next time he comes through." she told him.Now she had two reasons to be in a good mood. Not only was she going to have fun thinking about Greg finding out that she'd already paid for his coffee,.