The Preachers Wife.
I was carrying a load of cloths on hangers, the final trip until tomorrow morning when I was leaving in the RV for warmer climates. As I left the garage I spied Lee walking down the road, hands in her jacket pockets, head down against the cold breeze.
*quot;It's a cold walk today.*quot; I commented.
She looked up and came over to the end of the drive. *quot;It is. I noticed you load your RV these last couple days. When are you leaving?*quot;
*quot;First thing in the morning. This is the last load.*quot;
*quot;It's a big RV.*quot; She said, *quot;The one we had fit on the back of a pickup. It must be nice to get away for the winter.*quot;
*quot;It is! Come on and take a look inside.*quot;
*quot;Oh, I better get moving....*quot;
*quot;You look cold,*quot; I interrupted. *quot;It's warm in the RV. I'm testing the heater and everything I can think of before leaving.*quot;
She hesitated and then moved toward me. I opened the RV door and followed her in.
*quot;It IS nice and warm in here..... My gosh look at how big this is. I never realized how much room there is when it slides out.*quot;
*quot;I'll just hang these in the closet and give you the deluxe tour.*quot;
I went back to the bedroom. When I closed the closet door I realized Lee had followed me. She was reaching up, touching the TV over the bedroom window. Her jacket was unzipped, hanging open. A faded blue T shirt outlined fantastic breasts
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