“It’s just as I remember,” she said.
I put my arms around her and placed my hands on her breasts. I began to kiss her on the back of the neck. She began to breathe heavily. Then she turned to face me. We kissed. She took a wash cloth and began to soap me down. I reciprocated. She turned off the water. She took me by the hand, handed me a towel and we walked to the master bedroom. As we approached the bed, she took the towel and began to dry me off. I did the same to her. Then we got into bed and made love like we did over thirty years ago. It was incredible. This began a regular routine. Every Saturday, she would identify something that needed repair in her house. I would come to the rescue.
I began to feel like I did when I was at the university. I would make love to Laura once a week
