The three of us talked all the way home. Eva and I sat in front and Stacy sat in the back. She was meeting Eva for the first time. We even talked about the animosity between her Father and me, which is partly why his kids and I were so remote. She was very realistic about him, although she loved him, of course. But from her own growing up with him and from comments of others she knew how insufferable he could be.
For the first 3 days of her visit, while Stacy was at work, Eva and I went to most of the places tourists want to see. Saturday and Sunday we all went to the Getty Museum and the new Aquarium down by the Queen Mary in Long Beach. On her last full day here I arrived at our agreed upon time at my house to go with her to the Gene Autry Museum, but she wasn't ready. In fact she was sitting on the couch in a robe looking glum. I went to use the bathroom and while there checked the shower. Yup! She'd showered and the towel smelled like soap and (in my imagination, at least) nubile young woman.
Back in the front room I asked her if she would like an omelet and some potatoes and OJ. She said that would be nice and I went to fix them figuring that maybe she didn't sleep well. That wasn't it. She came out in the kitchen and sat at the table quietly for a while, watching me cook. Then she started to talk. I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that she was unhappy, lonely, frustrated, far over-stressed, upset with her life in general and (again) frustrated. But while she was talking she did what many women do when they are distracted and talking and sitting on a kitchen chair. She put one foot on the seat of the chair and sort of hugged her knee. No, I didn't burn the omelets. But it was close. There, on the seat of my very chair, was her panty clad pussy, pouting between her creamy thighs, and I hadn't eaten yet!
