the corner, there was a huge waterfall, the sound of it loosening me up a little bit.
“Ready?” asked Julia, beaming with delight.
I hesitated. “Uh huh.”
Julia grabbed my hand and coasted into her father’s office. I couldn’t help but notice that her father’s office had the same cottage theme. It was relaxing. I walked over to the cherry-wood bookcases and looked at the family pictures, recognizing the resemblance of Luke and Julia as children. I giggled a little when I saw the one of Luke in his minor ball uniform with a dirt smudge across his face.
“Hey, Ally, I’m just going to see where my dad ran off to. Are you okay here by yourself for a few minutes?” Julia asked.
I didn’t respond. I now had a picture frame in my hand, looking at a young couple. They were standing in front of a lake near a shaggy-looking boat. The husband had his right arm around his wife’s waist, and in his left hand, he was holding three fish. He had the biggest grin on his face. I touched the glass lightly over his face, thinking back at how life used to be so simple.
***
Luke needed his father’s signature on a report that he was finishing. When he stepped into his father’s office, the presence of Ally took his breath away. He stopped dead in his tracks, just drinking her in. He started at her feet and noted the light tennis shoes, and then his eyes ran up her legs—the cut of those blue jeans did wonders to her ass. He wondered if she realized how great she looked.
As Luke’s eyes wandered up, he noticed the subtle curves to her waistline and was instantly attracted to her womanly figure. He had never seen a woman carry herself so well. He was getting so turned on by just looking at her. Oh no you don’t, down! The girls he usually dated were tall with big chests and small waists. He imagined how his large hands would feel around her body. Shaking his head and trying to get rid of the thought, he took a deep breath in. That did not help. His penis twitched with the light smell of vanilla in the air. He needed to leave—and fast.
***
“Daddy, here you are.”
“Julia, what has you so confident? Did you get the girl?”
“Daddy, when are you going to learn? Ally is in your office.” Julia declared proudly to her father. “She’s wonderful, pretty, and real. You should have seen her reaction to the building. Daddy, she was so cute.”
“So you think this one is a keeper, do you? Well then, let’s get me introduced, shall we?” said George.
Julia grabbed her father’s arm and walked toward the office. “You know, Daddy, there is something about her—something about her nature. She reminds me of Mom.”
George just smiled and looked at his eldest daughter.
***
George and Julia stood in the doorway for a minute, and George whispered, “I see what you mean.”
With that, he walked up behind Ally. “That is my beautiful late wife, Helen. She hated fishing. She said they stunk,” he said with a giggle and sighed.
I looked back at the man like I was a child getting caught doing something that I shouldn’t. I quickly handed him the picture frame and said, “I’m sorry.”
George grabbed her hand. “Oh, my child, never be sorry. She was a true gift from God, and I will always be thankful.” In that moment, when George looked into her eyes, he knew—she needed to stay.
“My name is George McDerment, and I see that you already met one of my strong-willed daughters, Julia.” George placed the picture back and then led the way to the sofa on the other side of the room. “Please have a seat.”
“Thank you, Mr. McDer—”
He interrupted. “Oh no, you don’t. George will do just fine. May I offer you something?”
“No, thank you, George. I’m fine.” I said, sitting next to George.
“My name is Alyson, but please call me Ally.”
“Alyson, what a beautiful name. Are you named after someone?”
“Not that I am aware of,” Ally stated with a warm smile.
The more I kept talking
“Ready?” asked Julia, beaming with delight.
I hesitated. “Uh huh.”
Julia grabbed my hand and coasted into her father’s office. I couldn’t help but notice that her father’s office had the same cottage theme. It was relaxing. I walked over to the cherry-wood bookcases and looked at the family pictures, recognizing the resemblance of Luke and Julia as children. I giggled a little when I saw the one of Luke in his minor ball uniform with a dirt smudge across his face.
“Hey, Ally, I’m just going to see where my dad ran off to. Are you okay here by yourself for a few minutes?” Julia asked.
I didn’t respond. I now had a picture frame in my hand, looking at a young couple. They were standing in front of a lake near a shaggy-looking boat. The husband had his right arm around his wife’s waist, and in his left hand, he was holding three fish. He had the biggest grin on his face. I touched the glass lightly over his face, thinking back at how life used to be so simple.
***
Luke needed his father’s signature on a report that he was finishing. When he stepped into his father’s office, the presence of Ally took his breath away. He stopped dead in his tracks, just drinking her in. He started at her feet and noted the light tennis shoes, and then his eyes ran up her legs—the cut of those blue jeans did wonders to her ass. He wondered if she realized how great she looked.
As Luke’s eyes wandered up, he noticed the subtle curves to her waistline and was instantly attracted to her womanly figure. He had never seen a woman carry herself so well. He was getting so turned on by just looking at her. Oh no you don’t, down! The girls he usually dated were tall with big chests and small waists. He imagined how his large hands would feel around her body. Shaking his head and trying to get rid of the thought, he took a deep breath in. That did not help. His penis twitched with the light smell of vanilla in the air. He needed to leave—and fast.
***
“Daddy, here you are.”
“Julia, what has you so confident? Did you get the girl?”
“Daddy, when are you going to learn? Ally is in your office.” Julia declared proudly to her father. “She’s wonderful, pretty, and real. You should have seen her reaction to the building. Daddy, she was so cute.”
“So you think this one is a keeper, do you? Well then, let’s get me introduced, shall we?” said George.
Julia grabbed her father’s arm and walked toward the office. “You know, Daddy, there is something about her—something about her nature. She reminds me of Mom.”
George just smiled and looked at his eldest daughter.
***
George and Julia stood in the doorway for a minute, and George whispered, “I see what you mean.”
With that, he walked up behind Ally. “That is my beautiful late wife, Helen. She hated fishing. She said they stunk,” he said with a giggle and sighed.
I looked back at the man like I was a child getting caught doing something that I shouldn’t. I quickly handed him the picture frame and said, “I’m sorry.”
George grabbed her hand. “Oh, my child, never be sorry. She was a true gift from God, and I will always be thankful.” In that moment, when George looked into her eyes, he knew—she needed to stay.
“My name is George McDerment, and I see that you already met one of my strong-willed daughters, Julia.” George placed the picture back and then led the way to the sofa on the other side of the room. “Please have a seat.”
“Thank you, Mr. McDer—”
He interrupted. “Oh no, you don’t. George will do just fine. May I offer you something?”
“No, thank you, George. I’m fine.” I said, sitting next to George.
“My name is Alyson, but please call me Ally.”
“Alyson, what a beautiful name. Are you named after someone?”
“Not that I am aware of,” Ally stated with a warm smile.
The more I kept talking
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