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Back To The One I Love is one of them. That’s mine.
A free-spirited, baby boomer couple, Cash and Keith, find their marriage of forty-five years unraveling amid apathy, boredom, and retirement. Cash feels Keith is no longer attracted to her and he’s consumed with a couch-potato life of streaming Firefly all day long. Trying to hang on to their marriage and rekindle the romance they lost along the way they turn to a counselor. The therapist uses an unorthodox magical method of a time-traveling Volkswagen van to cast them back into the garden…four days of Eden at Woodstock….the epic music festival… where they first fell in love.
Will the freedom of Woodstock lure Keith and Cash to push their individual boundaries and seek new lovers? Or can Déjà Vu and grooving to music….truly lead them to rediscover the peace, love, and harmony they once shared?
“I remember.” Keith put his bag down and took her hand in his. “I remember everything. I could never forget anything about you.”
“Me neither.” Cash gave his hand a squeeze.
“Stay here, I’m going to turn our garbage bags in, they’re full.”
He took her bag and picked up his and she watched him hand the filled bag to one of the Hog Farm volunteers, and then he walked back to her.
Keith held out his hand to her. “Shall we, my lady?”
“I suppose it’s time.” She took his hand in hers.
“I’m not ready to leave just yet.” Keith flashed a mischievous grin.
“What do you want to do?” Cash’s heart beat faster as she saw the glint of desire in his eyes.
“We really shouldn’t go without taking a dip in the famous pond.”
“Skinny dipping, at our age?”
“Yes, why not?”
Clutching each other’s hands, they strolled to the pond.
With his fingertips, Keith gathered the fabric at the hem of her blouse and gently pulled it off over her head. He dropped it to the grassy bank as he gazed at her breasts. His eyelids appeared heavy, almost closed as he admired them, even though she knew they didn’t look the same as when she was nineteen.
Keith skimmed his palms down her soft back. A hot shiver shot up her spine at his touch. He unzipped her jeans, hooked his fingers in the waist of them, and slid them down her long legs. She stepped out of them and he kicked the jeans aside. He took a moment to gaze at her nude body.
She couldn’t believe that she was standing nude in public, a woman of sixty-seven, but she was and she was as proud of her body in that moment as when she’d been nineteen. In fact, she was even less self-conscious about it. She could tell by the sensuous light in Keith’s eyes that she still turned him on. And a burning need coiled in her.