She held my eyes then looked down. I watched them until they were seated. They were obviously married because he was not paying much attention to he.... She was very attractive, not in the movie starlet beauty kind of way. But, she was sexy, perhaps the sexiest woman I think I have ever seen. I loved the way she looked. I loved the way she walked. I made a further assessment. They looked to be late 30’s. She had black hair, cut close to her head. She had beautiful eyes and large breasts. She. ‘I know. Has anything sexual between us in the last twenty years done anything at all for you?’ ‘Of course it has,’ she snapped. ‘And what would that be?’ ‘Friday night was nice…and I always love your backrubs.’ ‘You fell asleep…just like you always do…and I stared at the ceiling…just like I always do. How do you suppose that is for me? Where is my motivation? Should I have washed the dishes again…or gone out and washed your car again?’ ‘I thought you enjoyed serving me.’ ‘I do enjoy serving. “To Eternity!” she proclaimed, and we touched glasses and then sampled our wine. It was a very good wine, but I am no wine authority, since alcohol has little or no effect on me, as my system burns it off much too quickly. Gwen soon began to talk while holding tightly to her glass.“As I told you in the restaurant, I was born in April of 1530, and was named Grainne Ni Mhaille, or as the English have recorded it ‘Grace O’Malley’. My father was Eoghan Dubhdara O’Maille, and my mother was Maeve Ni. My parents joked that I could have been a Native-American with my long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Oh and it didn't help that I was already in a large C cup by that time. I developed really early.So he called me and I left because my mom wasn't going to be home until 8 and my dad wasn't either and my brother was off at college so I pretty much had the house to myself. He picked me up and we drove around talking and he asked me if I'd like to go back to his house and I told him "yes"..