I have many memories of this place by being able to spend more time with my daughter and his family. When she dried her eyes she suddenly and quickl...y got out of the truck and proceeded to enter the house. Not saying a word I followed her up the stairs and into a room watching her kneel down inside a closet. She pawed at a couple of boards on the floor then sat back holding a tin box.``It’s still here”she said holding the box to her chest then looked at me “I had just remembered this”. With no. "What do you have in mind?" she asked as I turned onto a side street about a quarter mile down and pulled over. I put her new shoes in the trunk and then had her help me move our new television from the back seat to the passenger seat. Back then portable meant it had a handle. It wasn't small or light. After we wrestled the television onto the front seat I told her "Wait on the corner and pretend you're hitchhiking. I'll go back around and pick up the hitchhiker, if he's still there, and. We have a local "adult" store that is supposed to be "fun"--full of toys, lingerie, videos, and magazines. They advertised themselves as a great place where couples and women were welcome. It was well lit and every time I went there, I did see some women and couples. I was checking out some videos in the back corner when I saw Anna walk in. I was momentarily shocked and embarrassed. She was alone and did not notice me. I ducked into the magazine corner and kept an eye on her. She looked over. Her pleated crimson cheer-leading skirt caught upon the sleek surface of the leather as she pushed into it with her left leg, jostling the bottom seam so as to raise it ever so slightly up the top of her left, curvy thigh.Frank's vision paused on the inclining hem, her thigh focusing into his view. Her legs were a gentle shade of tan, with no noticeable hairs along their smooth but firm surface. Curved shins gently ran vertically towards the floor from softly jointed knees into white ankle.