”“Oh.”As per his habitual habit, yrs. truly was modest re: the Gibraltar Triumph. “Piece of cake, Trish. Of course Ms. Sloane was helpful. Rat...er useful, in fact.”In our basement Lair, The McGovern had me in one hand, Froggy in the other, working -- with her favorite vanilla lubricant -- her up-and-down magic, “You weren’t nervous, Brewster?”“Au contrary, bon ami. Professionality, you know.”“Gosh, I’m ever so proud. How did the Q and A go?”“Swimmingly.” Then — Tell The Truth being the personal. I saw her standing at the bar waiting on a drink. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a tight white shirt that showed a green lace bra underneath. She was leaning over the bar just enough that the I could see the bottom of her shapely ass and the beginnings of what appeared to be a green thong underneath although I couldn't tell. She swung her head around and beckoned me to come over and join her, so I made my way through the crowded bar towards her. When I managed to get close to her. She told ok and I asked her weather is it ok if I apply.She told me whats wrong you are massaging me always so do it. She was wearing a skinny and short. I told her to turn back and lifted her top to see her injured area. There was a red area. I asked her to have a full body massage and she told ok by laughing at me. I was in the heaven. I told her to change her cloth. Normally she wear only a bra in the body massage with a short. She removed her top and lied in the bed she was wearing a pink. "Do you think this weekend is a good time to start moving you in?" I asked."I think that would be great. I don't know how much I'm going to bring at first. Since I'm going to keep my house intact, I'll probably only bring clothes." You can bring anything you like; we can rearrange my stuff to fit yours in." Lena will be bringing her bedroom set. Your house is already pretty well furnished." I know sweetheart, but a woman needs her things about her, to paraphrase Maureen O'Hara in 'The Quiet.