That voicetakeRaysurprised.She has beenfantasizingany longer.This timehe was onthe beach— somethinglike one ofhis lastvacation–inhabited byyoung femalemaymateinskimpyswimsuits;not that theyshould goin the sea.He stood upslowly,its backreminded himthat he wasno longera young man andthat it wasnot interested in himdoing thegardening.
Head ofa young womanpeeksfroma wood fencethatdividedhis moneyfromthatof theempty Housenext door.She smiledopenlyathisdiscomfortwas surprised.It’s nota smiletauntingbut,almostnaive,friendlycandidresponse.
Takea few secondsto recoverRay,clutchinghis chest and
hoarse,“killthe old manwhy don’t you,”his facebreaking intoa smilecreasedthe width.Seethe concernin his facehewas sorryhishistrionics;She seemed tolook youngernow andhe wonderedwhat the child isdoing in an empty House.“Are you…”henoddedhome in theback of a young woman.
She turnedto look at,a long blackhorse–tailflickingback and forththen turnedback toRay.“What?”Thenhis eyeshinted atthat shecaughtthe meaning.“Oh …Mum andIjust movedonthe weekend–I guess you‘regoingI’mat Universityfor a week, homeon weekends?. “
His “Hi”,brought him back tothe moment.“I amMaddie, and ifyou ask,I willdeny thebrief forMadonna.“the laughterinthisMaddiecause hairrisingon his neck.Hewas hesitantwaiting forRay tointroduce himselfandwhenhe did he went on,“you would not bewillingto help withmy studies, right?“
Raycould not answerfor the second,his requestsurprisedhim.“I…I didn’t goto University, soI doubt thatI can help you… sorry.ERM, Ray, I’mRay.“
YoungMaddiefacesthisbeautifulsmilebeaming.“So much the better,Ray.” hehurriedonin casehehad offended,“lesschanceof prejudice.Take a look at, simple, reallyit is.You tell usyour spontaneousreactiontosomething I Say.How doesthatsound?“
Maddieis bothrelievedand encouragedthatRayfinallyresponding.He’s happythat she’salready understand, at leasthe thought he did.
Raylaughed andreplied “Head.“Heliked howeyestwinkledwhen she wasa young womanaccepts thathe hadgot the idea.They continuewithsingle wordsfor atime.Ray issometimesconfused tothink ofwords that aresuitable andMaddiemake a noteevery timeit happens.
“TheJerseys.”It saysflatalmostclinical andMaddieis notliftedher eyesfromthe logbookuntil hedid not answer.eyebrowraisedinquestionandhis eyesfellagain.
Rayfelthis facecolorsinunexpectedwords.He shouldfeel free–stockings, or moreso thatthe feet ofwomendressedthey almost…No, itwashistalisman,fromlate teens.The soundthey madeasa woman’slegs;sexysheenof them andof coursethe excitement of seeinga glimpse ofnakedfleshatthe top of the jerseyson occasion.Heregrettedthe day whenmore womenweartights–oh yes,the sametextureand soundbut thatFlashofflesh weremissing.A closedcrotchTightswomen andshould bepulled downor,if leftwill betornaside.He recalledwithrelishthe thrill ofstockingonthe nakedfleshas herlegsgripped byahornywoman.
The young womanlooked upfromhis notesandgrinning.“It’sall trueRayof yourinstinctivethoughtswasthat I wanted, thank you.“Maddieput thenotebookdown andstared at herwitha seriousinterest.“Ray?Do you still havetheir minds?Did youknow …“His voicedisappeared.Hethought for a momentand thensaid.“We havea situation inthe sixth-format the schoolwhere weare prohibited fromwearingauniformstandard for theyounger students.It was explainedthat theyoung adultsand that thefashionis toshort skirtsthat somestudentsin danger… wellI ask you.“Maddielooking outhis record.”Whether you havejustfive minutesRay?Without waiting foran answerhe gave.