Four pill shaped dark red man high capsules in the middle of the room looked out of place, did not fit with the rest of the equipment. A little square... box was strapped to the middle of each had a read out displaying foreign glyphs in bright red changing in a steady pace. While I was not able to determine the exact purpose of these cylinders, I had no doubt the boxes were timers. Something very bad would happen if the timers had reached the end of their countdown that was obvious. No one else. I changed the hoses, and helped her with her flowers for the next hour. We talked about several things, nothing really important, and I learned a lot about her. I learned she worked part-time at a fitness club, as a receptionist, and that she really wanted something full time, since her daughter Jill was heading off to college this fall, in another part of the state.As the conversation went on, she started talking about her husband, and how after 20 years of marriage, it seemed like Bill did. Johnston brokefree from his shock to start to ask, "What do you mean??" I'm leaving," I smothered the question before it could be formed,spinning to hurry away. Of course, my ridiculous fucking heelsimmediately tried to trip me, but I fought through a couple of staggeredsteps to keep going."Wait!" my boss pleaded. He was probably getting ready to chase medown, too, and there was no way I could outrun him in these fuckingthings.Still, I didn't stop. I didn't turn. I just swiped a hand behind. ’But her hug was soothing and enticing at once, I was crying by her love. She pulled out her pallu and wiped my tears off.‘Go freshen up and come, I will serve you good lunch,’ she said.When she was about to leave I called, ‘mom,’ and she turned back. I held her in a fine embrace again. This was the kinky move I made which set prelude to our love life.Mom served me a fantastic lunch. More than the lunch I admired her beautiful body, longing more and more to hug her and love her.I said. ‘I love.