Chapter 1

"Jonathan" He could hear her voice so quiet, a whisper. "Jonathan", I love her voice. "I caught you again." she warmly whispered in his ear. A late afternoon nap, a new habit Jonathan was adopting. It worried her a little, he has never been tired like this, but Jennifer decided to take advantage of the situation and join her husband. Still half asleep, Jonathan could feel Jennifer nestled up to him. He reached his right arm over to embrace her and pull her closer. "Hmmm." She cooed. The warmth from her body spread through him, as they lay cuddled up together.

Jonathan sighed slightly in frustration, "I hate getting old, he though." Used to be, this was all I needed, hell just to know she was near by was enough to arouse him. The will was there but the flesh was failing him. Shit… now fully awake, Jonathan slid the side table drawer and stealthily open popped open the small white bottle, retrieved a single tablet, and swallowed it down. As he silently slide the drawer closed, Jonathan glanced down at Jennifer, now snoozing against his chest.

He was so amazed at how she never aged. Still so beautiful, still his perfect fit, his everything. Her auburn hair so soft, he began to stroke it, and swept a loose long curly tendril behind her ear. Ever so tenderly, Jonathan began to place soft warm kisses on her expose ear, then on to her jaw then her neck. Jennifer awaken by his attention, reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, she gazed in his eyes. Those eyes! That's what got to her in London, those eyes. "I fell right into them, and have never looked back." Jennifer sat up on her elbow and kissed him. Then with the agility of a man half his age, he lifted her up, rolled her on her back & pinned her to the bed. Jennifer playfully looked up into his eyes, and said, "It appears you have me at a disadvantage Mr. Hart." She giggled.

"That's exactly how I like you Mrs. Hart." he replied, as he returned to kiss her deeply on the mouth. His hand found the buttons on her blouse, and he slowly unbuttoned it as they kissed. "You haven't lost your touch, Jonathan." Jennifer said as she gasp for air. Her heart was pounding and her breathing getting heavier. Jonathan sat up on his knees and removed his own shirt, exposing his still muscular chest but now highlighted by the graying chest hair. Jennifer couldn't resist and she reached up to run her hands over his body, taking in inch each of his frame. Her hands found the buckle of his trousers, as she proceeded to help him out of his clothing.

"Not so fast." Jonathan said, "You're still over dressed," as he embraced her and unfastened the lace bra. "Gorgeous" he rasped as the bra fell away. Jennifer smiled, "You always know how to pay a girl a compliment Mr. Hart."

"My one and only girl," Jonathan replied as reached across her and turned out the light.

"Oh Jonathan!" she said as he muffled her girlish giggles with all the passion he wanted to share with her.

Chapter 2

"Morning Mr. Hart", echoed through the high school hallway. At least a dozen of the kids from the mentoring program eagerly greeted their favorite mentor. Mr. Hart, a fixture in Mountain Valley High School mentoring program. "Have I really been doing this for 15 years?", as the staff and students surprised him with a small plaque and applause. Mt. Valley was neither on a mountain nor in a valley. It was located in one the most volatile areas of Los Angles.

Jennifer had begged him, "Please darling, if you want to do this I am all for it. But I worry. It may not be the safest place for you to be." But Jennifer relented after Jonathan explained he had selected the school for that specific reason. "They need the most help. I was one of them, until…"

"Max?" Jennifer said finishing the sentence for him. Jonathan shook his head in a silent 'yes'. "I have everything. And I came from nothing. I would never have made it without someone like Max knocking me on my ass when I got out of line, and picking me when I fell down. I don't want to just be a donor; you know, throw money at it and hope somebody else takes up the slack. I need to be there, in the trenches. A living breathing example that anyone, no matter where or what they are coming from can be a success, happy, fulfilled."

Jennifer understood, and although concerned knew Jonathan could handle anything these kids threw at him. So for 3 hours a day, twice a week, Jonathan worked with the kids. A lot of the students didn't care, but for the few he saw graduate and go off to college, well that made it worth it. And then there was Alex.

Alex had been in Jonathan's second group of students. Right away Jonathan saw in Alex, something very familiar. The fire. Alex was always hustling, trying to make a buck. Jonathan knew whatever Alex was hustling it probably wasn't good, and definitely not legal. Alex pushed Jonathan away; he wasn't interested in being a charity case for some old rich guy. But Jonathan persisted, and finally caught a break. Jonathan watched from his car on day as Alex made deal on the school steps. When the deal was done Jonathan got out of his car and walked straight up to the kid. Alex tried to turn and run, but Jonathan caught him by the shoulder, spun him around, and pushed the kids against the chain link fence which surround the school grounds. "I'm not ok with this Alex! You know and I know this is illegal. Eventually you're going to get caught. I can't make you quit, but when your ready you call me." Jonathan slid his business card into Alex's shirt pocket, written on it was Jonathan's private cell phone number. Jonathan released Alex; the kid jumped free and took off down the street.

Jonathan returned to his car, started the motor and said a little prayer," I know he's a long shot Max, but if you could pull a few strings up there, I think he is the one."