She shampooed long, straight hair, immersing in the bath, and then rinsed in cold tap water… sure to shine in candlelight. Taking the long handled r...azor, she shaved with long, careful strokes until she was so smooth, he would feel only silky bare flesh. Hair dried, she fluffed it out loosely… layers of dark brown, red and gold falling haphazardly down her back. She looked in the mirror at crystal blue eyes where flickering candle flames gleamed in pupils dark as black onyx. Softly sculpted. ”My dad leaned forward a little and asked, “And what if he ‘surpasses’ your eighth-grade exams?”“Let’s wait and see if that happens, Mr. Thornberry? We have a nice high school just down the street from us.”Well, suffice it to say, both Mom and Dad had a spirited discussion during the drive home. It revolved around the fact that, ‘Her little boy’ would be around kids that might treat him poorly, because he’s only thirteen years old.“Mom, I won’t let that happen. Dad told me once that when you. " Why, yes, it is," she said with a ladylike blush."I'd have guessed thirty-three, thirty-five max." Thank you, but I'm far past thirty-five. I have three children. The oldest is probably your age." I'm twenty-nine," I replied."Well, my oldest is twenty-five."I did some quick math. Mrs. Brown was pregnant was she was seventeen. I wondered who the lucky guy was.The door opened and a red faced Boyd whispered, "Judge? Can I see you?"I excused myself and joined him in Maureen's office. In ninety. He enjoyed the feel of her arms around him, her skin against his and her scent was amazing. He tilted her face to his and locked his lips with hers. She pressed against him. As they lie together in the dim room, time seemed to stop. She flickered her tongue inside his mouth. He lay her back against the pillows, whispering into her ear, ‘I don’t want this to end, ever…’ Just then, someone pounded on the door. They heard Lisa’s voice, ‘Rick, open the damn door. I know you didn’t mean what you.