She was getting older and had begun to fret she was going to end up an aging, unmarried single mom, with no dad for the kids. I felt for her and tried...to assure her that would never happen – that she was still young and vivacious, but knowing it was a very thin truth.I kept thinking of her problem, but exactly what mixed Ashton into those thoughts I don’t know. But once the idea occurred to me, it became more and more viable. He was good-looking, he was successful, he didn’t have a family and. I had always thought the backs of a girl's legs were sexy and Mae's were very pretty.Mae set plates on the table. She retrieved a bottle of sparkling wine from the refrigerator and popped the cork. "This is Cava," she said. "It's from Spain and since this is a Spanish dish I thought they'd go together. It's also very reasonably priced." From a cabinet she retrieved a couple of wine flutes."You're finding your way around the place," I remarked."Yes. I spent the morning reconnoitering." Are you. She had on no make-up, her hair was messy, and she was wearing a very plain nightgown. She looked like a very ordinary, yet beautiful mom."What were you doing down there, Jack?" Mrs. Young finally asked, both of them still standing near the top of the stairs."Oh, um I was ... you know I couldn't sleep. And I was going to watch..." I know why you were down there, Jack," she said, holding up her hand."You do?" Yes, I do. Why don't we go back downstairs, so nobody hears us, and talk about. She was grinning, and blushing."No. I ... look, there wasn't supposed to be anyone down here, see?" Yeah, you said." And so I just wore this nightgown." He'd noticed. It too was thin, and a very pale green. "Well, and the panties." Uh huh." And then ... I loaded the machine, and it was bouncing around ... and then it kinda got into a rhythm. Oh, perhaps I should just shut up." Oh, no, not now. Please continue." Look, I'd always heard that ... well that a washer would ... you know." Clean.