I hadn't seen him coming and it was almost like he'd just poppedout of nowhere. Looking at the homeless man, I saw that he was old, hadlong greasy whi...te hair. He was dressed in ragged and filthy clothes thatmade my nose scrunch up at the smell. His face was rather scruffylooking and he had the bluest eyes that I've ever seen, and they werelooking right at me. "Give me some change" he demanded rudely in rough voice. I winced,remembering all the stories I'd heard about crazy people on the. My phone didn't beep in response until I sat on the bus. I tapped the face, and brought up the message. "Just got home," my wife wrote. "You?" She'd been on the road home when she got the text, but hadn't responded. She might put on makeup at a stoplight, but she never texted while driving. Normally at this time of day she'd be outside our daughter's school, waiting for her class to come filing out. But today our six-year-old Brownie was at her Girl Scout's meeting, and would be until six."Bus. Her mouth is warmer. The flicking of her tongue on the underside of the head is an intense surprise. She is so beautiful. Her red hair is a whole other tone when it gets wet. It goes from strawberry to ginger. She looks like a different person.In delayed response to Xandra, she gives her something of a look, then takes her mouth off of me for a moment to say “That’s true, Alexandra,” then, still stroking my shaft toward her face, turns back to me and says “So, what do you want to do about. . uh I mean you're a nice girl," Ryan stuttered with embarrassment.Cindy laughed and squeezed his thigh.They both liked the movie. It was about older man that always dated much younger women until he met the mother of one of his girlfriends. It was kind of sexy and funny.As they left the theater, Ryan asked Cindy where she wanted to go to eat. She responded that maybe they could just get some fast food at a drive through and find somewhere quiet to park.Ryan liked that idea. He found a fast.