....Sleep (what did you think I was going tosay?) When the cab arrived at my new home ( I already had the key sent tome before I left) that is just wh...t I did. I went to bed for severalhours. I did, of course, unpack so that the first bedtime in Paris foundme all comfy in the sweetest bra bust satin night gown you have everseen. I slept like a baby. A little pink sissy baby.So after several hours cuddling my satin encased breasts in my newstrange bed, I awoke and jumped into the shower. Knowing. And he had cheated. He had taken time out to clean and refurbish the Hollander, re-assemble the presses, wash the felts. The big tub was cleaned, caulked and oiled. One room on the long side of the house was a fully fitted workshop were he could do everything necessary, including brazing and welding, milling and turning."Wilbur, how old are you now? You must be gaining on eighty again, if not more." Hell, Bert, who cares? I will not set the clock back anytime soon. You guys will know it when I. Well, your new eyes are pretty too, or should I say dangerously mysterious? I know men don't like being called pretty. However, I guess it's better this way. It had to be boring in that cage all the time. You'd better behave though, or I'll personally cage you again!" Athea warned sternly.Growling Roban wrapped her up in his arms and stood up, Athea happily giggling and squirming returned his embrace."Does that mean his new eyes aren't as bad a sign I thought they are?" Hassika asked. I tried—I really did—to keep a straight face, but a strangled chuckle escaped my lips. I knew how sensitive Beth was about her perceived lack of cleavage and had done everything I could to convince her she didn't need any more to look great, but her expression told me I might have to start over.I settled down next to her on the couch. Now what? Having John sitting on her lap pretty much killed any idea I might have had about starting to rebuild her confidence in her looks.Beth reached for the.