Now I knew what the man was staring at. This sent a chill up my spine thinking that I was almost nude in front of a stranger. I went back to my work...ut and forgot about the whole thing. Well when hubby came home from work it was the usual routine. We ate dinner and watched some television, then went off to bed. I lay there naked as he climbed on top of me, had his fifteen minutes of fame and fell asleep. I usually then got up and went back downstairs and made myself a cup of tea. . I know there are things called "men's magazines." I have a vague idea what they consist of, pictures of naked or nearly naked women mostly. I saw the cover of a Playboy Magazine once but I've never look inside one.He accepted my affirmative answer and said, "I enjoyed reading them before my stroke affected my vision. Unfortunately I can no longer read the small print."He certainly piqued my interest! I smiled and blushed a little. I wonder if I'll ever reach a point that I stop doing that! I. I wondered if there was a slight tone of guilt in her voice.“Yeah,” I said. “I didn’t have plans today and wanted to see you play, so I decided on kind of a spur of the moment thing to drive out. You played great -- that goal was awesome!”“Thanks,” she said, shyly.“So,” I said -- “do you want to catch dinner or something after you’re done here?”“Oh, um,” she said, her eyes darting in the direction where the guy’d walked off, and I knew what she was going to say before she said it.“I kind of. What a stupid question but I knew she just wanted me to continue playing with her other underarm. I made her sit on the other side of the sofa and again gently lifted her other arm. I pulled on the hair and they were a little moist. I told her we should wait for the hair to dry up and then we can begin the cutting. I lifted both her hands up and asked her to keep them that way so they will dry quickly. It was a magnificent sight. After a while she asked if it was ready. I moved my fingers on.