.. but, you're dead," she rasped hoarsely. "They told me you're dead." They lied, baby."Her brows drew together, her eyes darkening in her confusion. ..."How... ?" It's a long story, love, and now's not the time. I came for you. It's not safe to stay here anymore. I have to get you out." I... What?" To Camille the whole world no longer made sense. This man touching her was her dead husband, but how could that be?"I know you're confused but we have to leave. I'm sorry, love. I wish there were time. I quickly changed into black slacks, a button-down Levi shirt, and headed over.Just over 10 minutes later I was knocking on her door, when her mother answered. “How do you do Mrs. Carol, I’m Pete. I am here to pick up Linda.”The look on her face was one of surprise. She invited me inside and we chatted for a moment until Linda arrived. She was wearing a kind of peach colored knee length shirt-dress thing, and some low platform shoes. She looked amazing.I told her mom I had just moved here 3. She locked the vehicle and followed me. When she entered in my room she told me are you single I told yes as I am not from this city. She gave a sigh of relief and kept her baby on the bed and she went into the washroom and I went into kitchen to prepare tea for her. I offered her tea and after half an hour I managed some dinner for her and till then her little cute baby slept.Let me describe myself I am average looking boy of 30 yet single, height 5’5’, quite handsome, caring, shy, sincere,. "Come and get it," Joe yelled from the kitchen. Normally she'd feel guiltyabout not fixing breakfast but he loved to cook. She smoothed the wrinklesout of the skirt, took a look in the mirror, decided to open one more buttonon the blouse, and then went out to the small dining table. He was dishing out the eggs from the frying pan as she walked in. The tablewas set for two, with a plate of toast and orange juice next to a cup of coffee.He stopped as she sat down, smiled at her, and then finished.