Ben
The weekend went well but it was over all too quickly. Especially for Foxy. She had enjoyed having her son around.
And I had to admit I did as well. He was a brilliant young man. Funny and intelligent. Somehow, he had managed to become a decent human being even after being dragged up by his father’s family.
“Are you almost ready?” Leaning heavily against the door frame I studied Foxy as she brushed out her hair. And my mouth watered at the sight of her.
She turned her head. Her eyes appraising me. “Yes.” She stood. Her skyscraper high heels giving her several inches and bringing her up to my shoulder. “How do I look?”
“Good enough to eat.” I admitted. My hand curling around her hip and drawing her towards me. Foxy face lifted expectantly, a small knowing smile curving
