The Final Chapter: Yukari Mikawa, My Friend’s Mother

That’s it, real sexy. “It was out in Berkeley.”
“When you were staying with your college girl friend? No going out on the prowl. In a non-fucking part.”
“Don’t worry,” Ann said, “they’ll give you gray hair and a beard.”
“And something under that tee shirt to give you little beer belly. Okay, he’d have to risk that he’d have time to call later. Fucking Harry does not fucking own me. Wrong answer. Come up with me?”
“You want me to watch?”
“Just sort of be there? So casually. You might as well just wear what you have on.” Which was not much – his flimsy jogging shorts and a tee shirt. There was a lady at church just like that and she was a very nice lady, they were friends, but in terms of fucking her?