He shook his head — all their years together — a tear slowly
wended its way down his cheek, as he began to pack her things.The blue dress she wore to their daughter Denise’s wedding. He
remembered how happy she was, how she felt in his arms as they
danced around the room. The material was soft, clingy, sensual;…
She was dripping wet. Freshly washed and still wet from her bath, she walked
across the floor to him, her nude body colored reddish in the firelight.
Stopping three paces from him she waited for him to look up at her. When he
did, she grinned from ear to ear at him and wiggled so that water cascaded off
of …