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I've been offered a real great job with Murray Consulting. I'll be working with their clients designing phone and data networks. It sounds like a lot of fun and the money is really good." "When are you moving?" "We're going tomorrow to try and find a place to live, then I'll be back for work next week and then we're gone for good." "Damn!" I exclaimed, "That's awful sudden. Am I gonna get to see you before you go?" "Sure hope so Charlie. I've missed you. Maybe we can have dinner some evening next week?" "Why don't you come home with me? Cathy would love to see you and Judy." "Judy won't be with me, Charlie. She's staying in Toronto when we leave tomorrow. And I don't know about going home with you... I... well, I just don't know if I'm ready for that." The tone of her voice told me that Kelly was not prepared to negotiate, and I didn't want to jeopardize not seeing her at all, so I agreed to meet her at the restaurant in the Queen Elizabeth Hotel next Tuesday, and we hung up. Tuesday evening I was in the restaurant waiting at 5 PM, even though our agreed time wasn't till 6:30. I was as nervous as a teenager on her first date. Why? I thought, Kelly and I go back 11 years! Why am I so damned nervous? I knew the answer even if I didn't admit milf mom to myself. I was afraid I'd jump her bones right there in the restaurant. When Kelly finally showed up at 6:20, I was truly shocked! she looked so much older, so much more... well, milf mom just wasn't my Kelly. We shook hands, and then we hugged warmly. That sort of thing just wasn't done in public in 1963, but we did milf mom anyway. "Kelly," I said after we'd sat down, "You don't look so good. Are you all right?" "Fine, Charlie," she evaded, "Just tired.