She tried looking away, not letting her mind wander about that little insight."Oh, um, how are you? Wait, I meant are you okay?" Her nervousness made ...im laugh, and it was so lovely. Like music."Well, I guess so. How about you?" His lips bit back another laugh, probably guessing what a fool she was. "I guess you could say I'm the same." You're the girl from the bar, aren't you?" His question shocked her at first, then surprise turned to understanding."Well, yes, I am." Hmmm... what's your name?. With your sister. J, anyone who sees the two of you can tell there is more than a family connection.”“We haven’t...”“Shh. It doesn’t make a difference what you have or haven’t or what you do or don’t. Now or ever. I can only dream that you see the same love in my eyes when I look at you that everyone can see in hers when she looks at you. And before you say anything else, know that I am thrilled to see the same look in your eyes when you look at me as when you look at her.”“Life is so different. It even had a huge clip on it. Shit, thought Clipper. I am fifty-five years old, and this is the first time I remember ever looking down the muzzle of a gun like this. That guy with the .22 that time, that little hole? I didn’t even notice it. But this? Damn. What a hole that thing has. What a giant freakin’ hole in the end of it. A cannon. It looked like death to him. Not as obviously death as a double barreled shotgun might have, but death none the less. True death.The man still hadn’t. The way the basque cinched her waist and how her hair, now tousled, cascaded around her shoulders, that beautifully rounded, heart-shaped bottom that he had always so loved to stroke and cherish. Ellen’s butt swayed from side to side and she turned her head to see what the hold up was. “Well? Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to give me the fuck of my life?” He gently smacked her bottom, liking the way her cheek wobbled for the briefest of moments. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was.
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