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 in tight gathers around her waist. Her face, which was rather round, was soft and velvet; the chin puckered; the large yet lovely lips partly opened. She had on a white sheer blouse with short puffed sleeves, and the neckline was low and off the shoulders, just covering the beginning of her budding womanish breasts. The many gathers around her waist made her hips look even larger, although in a bathing suit, they were of perfect proportion. Her red shoes had high heels and were made of narrow strips of leather that wound around her small foot and up to her well shaped ankles; flesh colored hose of sheer silk added grace to the comely legs.

He found himself wondering, how many times Blake had felt the breasts … how many times he had kissed those lips … He could see her in Blake's arms; could see the large brown hand creep over the soft pink skin; linger near sacred spots. The shirtless brown back bent over and hid the scene, leaving a bronze blur before his eyes. The blur moved in a slow, lazy way and as he looked at reality, he shuddered.

"Why, Gay: You're shaking," Joy said with alarm.

Gaylord shook his head sharply … Tried to smile …

"Just one of those sudden chills you get sometimes … Really, I'm fine," he assured her.

"I hope so, Gay. Are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure." There was a moment's silence and an exchange of glances. "Let's go in the house and have a coke, Joy."

"I really should be going. I just came by …"

"You've got time for a coke … I'm dying for something cold. You're not in that big of a hurry, are you … Where do you have to go?"

"Well," she smiled. "All right. We haven't had a coke together in a long time, have we, Gay?"

"We sure haven't … You never come around any more."

"Try to keep me away from now on," she grinned.

"I won't … I hope you do come real often."

They walked into the large living room. In one corner was a baby grand piano. Joy remembered it well. She also remembered the mahogany breakfront, filled with books and dresden figures; the comfortable divan they had played upon, long enough for a six foot man 144