<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6c/Wilma_bard.jpg)</div><strong>"Sonya."</strong>She repeated the name aloud.<strong>"It's a pretty name, it fits her."</strong>She considered the old man's story.  It was a lovely, happy story briefly describing a full and probably happy life.  And she'd never heard anything so sad.<br/><br/>"You've known so many people over the years."  She voiced the melancholy aspect of what she heard.<strong>"It must be lonely to... oh!  Ooo-ooh!"</strong>Her green eyes went as wide as her lovely gaping mouth.<strong>"Th-that's.... oh!"</strong>She'd been more than a little conniving, coming to him like this, thinking she would use her skills and her body to impress an old man that couldn't help but feel grateful for the attention.  But the strong capable hands working the subtle curves of her foot were not the hands of some once-was old dotard!<br/><br/>And the bright blue eyes twinkling alontg the bare flesh of her leg and up into her eyes were those of a confident, virile man of action.  An experienced man of action!  His hands were amazing.  And his playful, naughty sloth was both sensual and provocative.  She'd been willing from the start, but if he were as skilled in other ways as he was with his hands.<strong>"Oh!"</strong>She jumped, giggling slightly at the playful bite.  She'd always been willing, but now she was getting eager.<strong>"Oh my!"</strong>