Spring had come early something else I noticed about Thomas. He was a gardener anything he touched grew into massive floral bouquets. Sitting out on the porch as we read about our next case. The greenery shaded us beautifully.
Glancing at the names on the tops of the bio's it didn't ring a bell. Looking at the stats never gave much information. That would come as we met them.
"Abigail how do you think my roses are doing?" Thomas asked.
I looked over at them smiling for he had some beautiful hybrids. His green thumb had made the patio a true haven.
"Thomas they are just stunning. Your choices of colors along with the plantings you made a great choice." I answered earnestly.
I watched his strong arms gentle fingers and realized I was getting aroused. It was such an amazing sight. His masculine body was handsomely rugged. I knew I was going to have to focus on something else. I had to quit being a bundle of erotic nerves. The mere fact that he was my professor, seemed to increase my desires for him.
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"Penny for your thoughts?" Thomas asked.
I looked over my sunglasses at his face. His lips were delicious looking. My eyes moved down his face.
"Are you day dreaming Abigail?" He laughed.
I sat there undressed him with my eyes. Loved his masculinity he was so sexy.
"No, Thomas I am not day dreaming I was just enjoying the flowers." I said a little annoyed.
Hoping he would quit tempting me. He was stretching and bending over. Standing then squatting. I was going to cum with this motions if he didn't stop.
"Well, I would buy the flower gazing but you aren't looking at flowers. They are over there." He laughed boisterously.
I was so humiliated I jumped up from the chair tripped on the leg of the chair landing on the patio flat on my face. I saw Thomas running towards me. Then he stopped in his wisdom. I was going to get up by my own volition. I got up stood there straightening my dress. I stomped off. Wisely Thomas didn't make a move or utter a word.
Once inside the building I checked my knee's they had gotten scraped. How can one man take over my thoughts?
I decided to read upon the case in the little kitchen nook. Thumbing thru the pages I found the stats.
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Randy and Susan 923-48
Susan had written on her personal information that she was a woman that was made for marriage. Doted on her husband raised three children. Her first husband had died from a coronary when they were in their mid twenties.
Didn't believe in happiness without a husband.
She was 5' 8" slim at 133 pounds. Black hair green eyes her face was pretty. Seeing her smile at the camera she had class. Her face was kind. She loved dogs found many strays homes with her friends. Those she couldn't find homes for seemed to live with her.
She was a closet writer meaning she wrote for the enjoyment yet rarely shared her gift. Her picture looked like she was the PTA President. She posted she loved animals, base ball and apple pie.
Scanning to his bio I found him remarkable as in his stats. His black hair was peppered with gray his eyes were gray green. He was 6' 220 pounds handsome man. His face was friendly his smile seemed to be capable of making others smile.
He had degree's in business been married at an early age. His first wife had died from cancer. He had joined a spouse without partners where he met Susan.
They enjoyed animals which was a good thing they had a menagerie.
What I found remarkable was he was not a sighted person. He had lost his sight right after his first wife died. He had never seen his wife. He hadn't seen his own children. Yet his eyes had such a gentleness in them.
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Did you get hurt Abigail?" Thomas spoke quietly.
He made me jump startling me I was reading and forgot he was around.
"No, I am fine thank you for asking." I answered while moving my knee's so he couldn't see the scrapes.
"Good. So you read the bio's? This might be an incredible case for us." Thomas pulled out a chair sat down slowly.
His presence was all ready overwhelming my senses. I hadn't the nerve to ask him his cologne that he wears. His eyes were exciting the way they crinkled in the corners. My heart was racing causing me to concentrate on that and not on him.
"Well, never being with a blind man will be challenging. Do you know how he became blind?" I asked smiling.
Thomas shook his head. Reaching for the files I misread thinking he was going to touch my hand. Well, there I went again. Assuming that he was interested in me. As I turned my hand to fit in his he stopped for a fraction of a second. It dawned both of us that he was going to pick the file up not reaching for my hand.
I was embarrassed he knew I was. He even blushed a little but it passed over his face. I was the one sitting there ten shades of red. Looking away I pretended that it didn't happen. He rustled the pages clearing his throat before speaking.
"You will find Randy the most handicapable not handicapped." He stated with an air of familiarity.
I turned to look at him wanting to ask How? Where? When? I smiled at his face he was the most unreadable man on earth.
"So is there a reason you have been with him before now and here?" I asked with interest.
"Matter of fact I knew him with his first wife, Leanna. We did some deep therapy helping him prepare for being a single man.' "His life is full with many things that he stays in control with." He said as he stood up.
I was always amazed at his lay back attitude. Things will fit all together with worry or no worry. So why do the worrying? That was his philosophy.
"May I get you some tea, Abigail? He was smiling. 'I see your gears working trying to place this in a compartment. Let me tell you Randy doesn't fit neat and tidy in a box, Abigail." He laughed.
"Yes, I would love some tea with honey. So he isn't holding back because he went blind? How did he go blind? Did you know him as a sighted man?" I asked with interest.
