You won’t even look at me.”“I did forgive you. I can forget, Donald. I will. I am looking at you, Donald. Please look at me.”“Your father wo...n’t let me, Ann.”“Donald, my father is not me. I am not my father.”“Yes, yes, yes, the great Danny Thomas.”He’d waited for her to launch him. He pounced:“How does he introduce me, Ann? Let’s see,,, oh yeah, I got it:“And Ann’s power mower, (paramour) Donald Hollinger, a beat writer for a great metropolitan newspaper.”She used to have to stifle a laugh at. She lets out another soft sigh as she slowly lets her other hand begin to explore my satin covered curves. Her hand coming up slowly up my thigh and over my hips to rest at the waist. She leans in and we begin kissing softly at first as she eases into this new, unexpected, encounter. Before long she and I are passionately kissing and our hands moving up and down one another’s bodies. I take her hand and lead her over to the bed as I crawl up on it the way I had earlier when I caught her. Even that didn’t really matter because they could have daily meetings on Troops, which enabled them to hold discussions as though they were in the same room. Sonia had done her usual warning and made it clear to Dave that he had to prepare for the Troops meeting this morning, but he forgot to tell her that he had sent a message to the whole team and told them that the meeting was being brought forward by one hour.So, when Sonia called Dave to come downstairs for his morning coffee, and she got. She stopped to sit on some rocks that made a wall in front of the lake, and it all came pouring out of her. All the sadness, the anger, the hurt, the lonely nights she now lives with. She missed his voice, the way he would pretend not to be looking at her when he really was, the way his eyes smiled, the way he held her, his kisses. Oh, enough of this! Does he deserve any more of your tears after what he’s put you through? She wiped her eyes and her face and angrily got off the rock. Asshole..