Older Women

Four lonely years Penelope waited for Jack to return from the Trojan wars of college, like the wife of Odysseus had patiently waited for her conquering hero. She didn't older women care if he'd gained worldly experience as long as he'd share everything.

'Boys will be boys', she thought. 'But he's a man now.'

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The train ride east was torturously slow for Jack. Penelope was meeting him.

She'd changed significantly. The tomboy, affectionately known as 'Penns goil', with grease under her nails and exhaust fume fragrance didn't match the adult letters they'd exchanged last month.

Watching a dappled moon rise over a field of corn, the cool light flashing between the rows in older women time with the clackity wheels, sent a *** through him. Life moved so fast. He wanted to hold this moment of anticipation forever.

"Stewartville, next stop," said the conductor, as he patrolled the aisle, inspecting passengers to older women make sure no one slept through their destination. "Hey, buddy. You awake?" he asked, touching Jack's arm.

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