I don't think I could. That would do me in." He liftedhis head a stared off into the middle distance, wistfully. "She is fitthough. Beautiful." I bet ...she's not that pretty." It was Art's turn to sulk. Even he wasn'tconvinced by what he had just said. Of course she was that pretty. He wasactually a little surprised how jealous he felt. He poured the last ofhis second bottle of wine into the glass and took a big sip."Hey!" Art turned back to face Doyle. The glisten in his eye was gone.The dour. " Anna was unconsciously stroking Jennifer's lower thigh as her head was nestled on her chest.Jennifer took Anna's face in her hands and looked deep into her eyes. "I think I see what Martina finds so special" she said as she lightly placed her lips on the young beauties lips. Tentatively, both girls tongues began to slowly explore each others mouths. Anna's stroking of Jennifer's thigh became a bit bolder as her hand rose higher moving toward Jennifer's crotch. Jennifer in the meantime, had. Sophia slowly rose from the depths of unconsciousness, she could feel she was lying in bed with a sheet covering her body, her mouth tasted terrible and she could not at first remember anything, as her eyes opened she looked up and realised she was lying in her own bed, her first thought was that she had had a nightmare but as she moved her head she saw a chair by her bed with Ilifray sitting in it, she had never seen Iliafray sitting in her room before.In Iliafray’s hand was a glass of water. She had what we nowcall Alzheimer's, and she barely recognised me (and that's beingcharitable) in the care home where the 'carers' starved her to death,or maybe the last couple of weeks in a filthy National Health Serviceward did it. I knocked at the door, and it was opened by a woman of myown age. After a moment's incomprehension and lack of recognition, Isaw it was Frances, and she recognised me. I was 24, and so it wasnearly a decade and a half since I'd last set eyes on her."I've read some.