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That was itThe only verbal interaction in my day

Sometimes I had to talk on the phone for work, and once, maybe twice a year, I did a few television or radio interviews

And that was it

The scary part was, it was effortless for o and slowly shaped its way into thisA sad, old man that could have easily embraced a life as a complete recluse

I did still go out ofone in ured it was only a matter of time before I resorted to that, too

The strange part of it was, I wasn’t worried about it because I was lonelyI orried because I wasn’tI didwith a woman in the literal sexual sense, but that was about itI’d considered the idea of hiring a prostitute briefly, but even that see the lawIt was so very chaotic

A faure reen eyes in the mirror, nodded once briefly, then looked back down

She was a shapely little blonde woo

Hot woas, but this one was in a league of her own

Girl, I correctedfor h I was only huht lances

She probably thought I was dadon thewith every smooth step

She really needed to go shopping for a ht to lancing again within a few bounces

She wore only a hot pink sports bra and the tiniest white Lycra bike shorts I’d ever seen in my lifeHer abs were toned, waist tiny, her skin s

Way, way too young for you, I re on her lithe hps as she jogged her sexy little heart out

My intent stare

There’d been no censure in her eyes, and so I foundback to her face

She was beautifulNot a scrap of makeup on, her white-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and still she could’ve stopped trafficA real boood genetics at work