Many of the characters in the story are based on real people, but all names have been changed and locations anonymized. Its writing was prompted by li...stening to Gordon Lightfoot singing ‘Home from the Forest’, some of the lyrics from which are incorporated into the story. It brought to mind the poignancy of death and dying, of losing loved ones and the hypocrisy surrounding the death and waiting for God industries in this modern world, in which age is a reason for people to be thrown on the. Yvonee had cooked a simple meal but there was nothing simple about her appearance the short black pencil skirt drew his eyes a first to her hips and smooth legs that were all the more beautiful on top of he 3 inch heels.. then her blue tank left very litle to the imaginaion wih her nipples poking through the ligh fabric, her dark hair falling down over one shoulder combing all that with her sunning green eyes just blew the young man away..She offered him a drink he said yes anything you have. ”He looked at me standing in the middle of the bedroom on the fluffy white carpet and he assured me that he very much enjoyed viewing my nipples in all their glory and my pussy mound with the dark hairy covering with my cunt hairs outlined against each window we passed like female brushes covering my feminine folds. Then he surprised me by saying, “I could only see your brown eye when you bent over because your beautiful ass cheeks were full and tight. But when you leaned down, they gaped open. “Look, joo cahn either FETCH me my CHOOS, or, I shall beat them from jour dead American body!” he said, pretending he was a homosexual Spaniard. The guy just laughed quietly, and walked off.Okay… that was fun. BUT… he wanted MORE. Then… it hit him. THAT was what he’d do!There, in the distance were two young ladies, 17, maybe 18. One had dark blonde hair, green eyes, and a body that, to him, was the Jackpot. Slight, slender figure, paled skin; but not freakishly so; about a large B, to small C.