" With a firm slap on Linda's ass she stepped out of theroom her high heels clicking down a tiled hallway. There was a wave offemale voices as a doo... apparently opened and then quiet as the doorclosed. Linda sighed and focused on a small speck on the wall.Some time passed before she heard the crowd noise again and the sound ofheels. The person (Mistress Jane?) entered the room and there was achair scrape across the floor followed by silence. Linda didn't dareturn around. Finally there was. “Underwear, precisely how may that be considered a forfeit?” Thinking hard because I’d not actually thought it through, my mouth indulged in a little creative license independently of my brain. “If you lose, you have to show me yours.” I said, confidently. “You speak as though your victory is a fait accompli. What you mean is, the loser must – and let us call it what it is – flash the other person, here, in the bar.” Looking straight into my eyes to be sure he missed no reaction, he seemed to. I don’t know why she also smiled and after that was just seeing and smiling I was staring at her boobs lips eyes everywere once when I was staring at her boobs she saw me seeing and just lifted her eyebrow like asking what I said nothing and put my head down and after thatI finished my dinner and came out and both of us came near the esculater and I was following them and was thinking of how to talk to them when I rushed to the esculater both of us came to gather and it was difficult for us to. I remembered the last time we visited, before Ric and Renee passed away, the way both houses had been as one. The door between the two kitchens always open, more of a symbol of apartness than a barrier to our running feet. The entrance to the loft another adventure, joining like the lofts in C S Lewis's stories so that we were part of both houses, had access to wherever we wanted to go.I knew, of course I did, that things were different now. An outsider had bought the house from the farmer,.