That's better. Brush the powdered sugar off your lap. You look like a flour sack blew up on you. Now lean back put your feet up on the stern and every... now and again, twitch that pole to make sure you aren't catching the salad for our lunch.HOLY COW! Did you feel that? Like a freight train grabbed that hook!Reel in some and don't drop the tip of your rod! Aww man! Got away did it?OK. Relax. Don't worry about the coffee. Just rag it up with this towel and rinse it out in the lake; when your. Ed had surmised for some time that she was probably a lot more physically attractive than she let on in the office and he suspected she “dressed down” to conceal her body. Everyone was attracted to her despite her efforts to create a plain exterior, but that was due to her bubbly, vivacious personality. His musings were interrupted as Phyllis hung up the phone and then went to her office door and closed it. Returning to her desk, she sat of a long moment considering what she was going to say. . But I realized that part of her problem was ... well is a lack of maturity. I'm not saying you and I are much better. I proved that at Halloween. Still, we've lived a little more, seen a little more maybe. If Randi came through that door in five minutes sporting ponytails and sprouting angel wings, I would still say this portion of our lives is over and it's time for us – you and me – to move forward."It was more like 10 minutes – and there were no angel wings or ponytails in evidence – but. We were still just wrapped in our towels and they were pulling apart. I put my arm around her and through the gap in her towel to caress her soft skin from her thigh almost to her breast. She kissed me again.“What do you think about when you’re running. Music?” She asked as we softly petted each other. I stole another kiss and then sighed.“Sometimes music,” I said. “Especially if I’m racing but not so much when I’m just doing a morning run. Music helps me even out my stride. You know one of the.