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He recognized her almost immediately. Her first name was was a mystery to him as he knew her only by Ms. Malloy. A distant work acquaintance of his mother that he had been briefly introduced to many years ago but had never forgotten this woman. His momentary memory of her enhanced by the passage of time, dredged up from the deep depths of his imagination and fed his fantasies on many a night when he lay in his lonely bed taking his desire in hand.

Ms. Malloy was even more beautiful than he had remembered. Her carriage held aloft with the refined royal elegance of a queen. Every movement of her graceful body seemed to be choreographed with the sensual precision of a ballerina. Despite being in her mid-sixties, her well-toned lithe body limber from yoga and regular session at the gym, still had the alluring power to capture the gaze of men, forcing them to take notice and turn their heads for one last look as she passed them by on the street. Whether it was a fancy night out on the town or a quick trip to the market, she was always immaculately dressed in a style of fashion of her own creation.

But it was much more than Ms. Malloy just being pretty. The radiant light of her inner soul far outshining the outer beauty. Never had he ever heard a bad word said about her. His mother always spoke of her in the kindest terms of endearment as someone who always manage to say the perfect thing at the perfect moment. She was the type of person who never forgot a name or a birthday and sent thoughtful handwritten thank you notes to any event where she had been invited. A unique woman who could make complete strangers feel like intimate friends and leave them feeling special fore merely being in her presence.

It was at a New Year’s party of mutual friends that he noticed her from across the room, huddled among a gaggle of her friends making small talk. He felt immediately timid and tongue-tied and wondered if he could muster up enough gumption to go over and sputter out a garbled hello. Almost growing embarrassed when he saw Ms. Malloy look up and take notice and stare straight at him. A small enigmatic smile was on her face as she excused herself and made leave of her friends. A smile that only grew larger and brighter with each step she took walking towards him in her high-heeled shoes. Her eyes sparkling with delight as the light floral seductive scent muddling his brain and with ha soft melodic voice slightly louder than a whisper as she said “Hello Geoffrey. Remember me? I’m Mary. How are you?” as her gentle warm hand touched him lightly on the wrist. A soft touch that sent shivers surging through his body and he knew he was in love.

MidJourney Image with story by me.

Description
He recognized her almost immediately. Her first name was was a mystery to him as he knew her only by Ms. Malloy. A distant work acquaintance of his mother that he had been briefly introduced to many years ago but had never forgotten this woman. His momentary memory of her enhanced by the passage of time, dredged up from the deep depths of his imagination and fed his fantasies on many a night when he lay in his lonely bed taking his desire in hand.

Ms. Malloy was even more beautiful than he had remembered. Her carriage held aloft with the refined royal elegance of a queen. Every movement of her graceful body seemed to be choreographed with the sensual precision of a ballerina. Despite being in her mid-sixties, her well-toned lithe body limber from yoga and regular session at the gym, still had the alluring power to capture the gaze of men, forcing them to take notice and turn their heads for one last look as she passed them by on the street. Whether it was a fancy night out on the town or a quick trip to the market, she was always immaculately dressed in a style of fashion of her own creation.

But it was much more than Ms. Malloy just being pretty. The radiant light of her inner soul far outshining the outer beauty. Never had he ever heard a bad word said about her. His mother always spoke of her in the kindest terms of endearment as someone who always manage to say the perfect thing at the perfect moment. She was the type of person who never forgot a name or a birthday and sent thoughtful handwritten thank you notes to any event where she had been invited. A unique woman who could make complete strangers feel like intimate friends and leave them feeling special fore merely being in her presence.

It was at a New Year’s party of mutual friends that he noticed her from across the room, huddled among a gaggle of her friends making small talk. He felt immediately timid and tongue-tied and wondered if he could muster up enough gumption to go over and sputter out a garbled hello. Almost growing embarrassed when he saw Ms. Malloy look up and take notice and stare straight at him. A small enigmatic smile was on her face as she excused herself and made leave of her friends. A smile that only grew larger and brighter with each step she took walking towards him in her high-heeled shoes. Her eyes sparkling with delight as the light floral seductive scent muddling his brain and with ha soft melodic voice slightly louder than a whisper as she said “Hello Geoffrey. Remember me? I’m Mary. How are you?” as her gentle warm hand touched him lightly on the wrist. A soft touch that sent shivers surging through his body and he knew he was in love.

MidJourney Image with story by me.