And the girl, the delightful creature so warm and soft, so close... she has become a welcome comfort...He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turn...ng the page; really, he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turnsher head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her softsilky locks, running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed skin cool to his touch she snuggles against him. She straightened her hair and looked in hope for at least the PJ bottoms but was out of luck. All she had was a red silk nighty that clung to her curves and barely covered her rather round behind. As the nighty slid down she caught a glance of herself in the mirror and began to laugh. All the times she had tried to look sexy and failed, tonight, when she was home alone she liked what was staring back at her in the mirror. Her hair fell just above her breasts, her eyes had a glaze that gave the. “Hi,” she said, coming out of her front door as I was passing. “I’m glad I bumped into you” (I knew she was lying in wait behind the door watching out through the spyhole) “are you doing anything on Wednesday night?”I said I wasn’t and she said that as John and Ian (her husband and son) were going to Aberdeen to watch the football I should come and visit with her. “They won’t be back until midnight so you can show me how you look in some more of my things.” As I turned to go upstairs she added. "I found thisfor you Samantha", and up popped an article about how Botox had been usedto help with sores. Well, it was a little unconventional, but I trustedher and asked her to find me the nearest place where I could have Botox.The appointment was made for lunchtime the next day, and as luck wouldhave it, it seemed to be one of those days where I looked as much like awoman as a man. "Can I help you Miss..." the receptionist said as I walkedinto the clinic. I should have corrected her, but I.