‘I love you.’ ‘I love you too,’ I said. ‘We should get together more often.’ ‘I’d like that,’ she said. ‘But it’s probably not p...ractical, what with our schedules and me still being married.’ ‘Let’s do this,’ I said. ‘We can make it a point to get together every year around Christmas, and have our own celebration. How would that be for you?’ ‘I’d like that, and any other time we can get together will be icing on the cake.’ We kissed again deeply, savoring the feel of our bodies together. I. Selena might as well have been 50, overweight and homely as they truly were interested in ideas and quality of thought from the prospective new partner.She knew Joe would pick her up tonight, with him knowing the official announcement was made. He not being there was to be sure that she took in ALL of the accolades she deserved. They would have plenty of time to celebrate themselves. He anticipated a trip to Mount Sinai Hospital for Selena to see Charley Ford and chose to drive it, rather than. I started looking at her closely and i saw the finer aspect of her body. It was beautiful. Whenever she was washing i started looking at her with her wetness on her dress and she never used to wear a bra. I did not know how to get her and i decided i would do the lost boy trick. One day i came back from college very early by around 1 pm and she was sleeping in the hall, i came and sat silently on the sofa. Than i started acting like crying. She came near me and started asking me what happened.. And... I remember her. This incident took place about three months before my future wife, Carol and I, first got together, forty-three years ago. Her name was Jennifer and she was black. Very black. She was that black that some call Purple. She probably still is but I've lost track of her and we haven't talked in over thirty years. Actually, she was my friend from work first, but Carol and her had hung out together a lot and became quite close. I've been unable to locate her. She probably.