Ron

Vivian felt unencumbered. She called Rick; took him to Alphonse’s for their incomparable Piccata, then to the docks. Along the waterline, they watched the ships; drank their red Zin; flirted like 20 year olds - 1983 again. Soon they were sharing long wet kisses and delicate gropes; the kind they’d denied themselves back at Steubenville. Vivian breathed deeply and realized that old connections restored are the best.