She circles her finger around my shoulder and she lets it trace its way back down to my waist and onto my hip. All four fingers then join together as ...she caresses my hips and then the palm of her hand gently cups my bottom before she starts the journey all over again.The sensation it creates excites me. I feel the tension flow out of me and my skin is alive and tingling with her touch. She is so gentle and loving. In places, she hardly touches me, and yet I find myself anticipating her next. Wherever the final resting place of Hannah’s soul might be, Avi Altman was seriously in need of a good woman. Yes, even a prominent Biblical scholar in his 60’s needed to get laid on a regular basis. It wasn’t for a lack of opportunity that Avi Altman led a celibate life. His apartment building was filled with rich widows with an attitude that it was nice to have a man around the house. It didn’t matter that they were Hannah Altman’s best friends during her lifetime. Any eligible male was fair. "L," she introduced."Marta," Marta responded, quelling her surprise, squeezing the seemingly delicate petite hand which gave as good as it got. "Just L?" Short for Linda, but I use it as my name, like French for she. Dad's named Jay, so it's like a gimmick, one letter names. Joe didn't tell you? That I'm a woman?" And beautiful at that," said Marta at last released from the grip."Right back at ya, honey," she said. With the long held handshake and the lengthy perusal, Marta realized another. I gave them my info and as they were typing it in this lady in a hockey club shirt came over and started talking to us.“I noticed you guys here yesterday, Hi I’m Jennifer and I work for the hockey team. I was hoping to ask you a few questions.” She said with nice smileSarah moved next to me and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “She is getting defense, how cute!” I thought to myself. But turning back to Jennifer I said “Sure, go ahead.” Jennifer pulled out a clip board and pin “Ok, then.