We’ll talk, and later, we can go to my place, over the hill.”
Linda stood, she looked more like the woman I met during the Peace — her hair immaculate, the fabric of her dress smooth and cleaving to her hips, her face still warm with passion, although now not as flushed. From beyond the shrubs the church bell began to toll. XXNX In fact, the entire area was nearly vacant now … My hands slid up the outer edge of her body, tracing each thigh up to and under her simple sheath dress. She was divorced with two adult children, and even a grandchild of four and a half years old. Tension driven by desire and a lonely hunger and longing. Her brown hair was long, and straight, and hung plainly down her back to just below her shoulders. During the Peace, I saw her face
