They felt tipsy from all the good food, easy conversation and much laughter

His child-like silliness and comfort in self, his fineness of all characteristics defining a gentle man, was always the draw card to share some time in his company.

They had had dinners before so, it was easy reconnecting and feeling comfortable to accept an invite to his abode.

It was breathtaking . A long time since she had seen a view such.

" I see u have earned quite a bit of gang cash , old man." She said and they both broke out into a hearty laugh.

It was their favourite phrase of the eve.

Both agreeing it was very descriptive of good earnings in the most illegal of ways.

And, very clever.

" U want to earn some gang cash ?" He said , his hands on her bum cheeks, her arms around his neck , their passion met in the gaze they shared.

"What do u have in mind? " She asked, as he lowered his gaze to her mouth and responded...

" It starts with a kiss my fair wench."

She liked him even more.

She had forgotten that word wench....

She loved wordsmiths. She knew he was one. He held u her fascinated with his intermittent messaging.

At random sends that fired her other need to share of herself with him whenever their paths crossed

A man of good standing and firm character. She liked to surround herself with such.

She kissed him back...slowly, passionately...most wenchlike.


RB.