She was typical of the upper crust women we saw around the club -- tan, blonde, late 40s, in excellent shape from hours of tennis and golf every day, ...oved like a panther and had a killer smile. She came from money, she went to the best schools and belonged to the best social sets, and she oozed confidence from every pore. She used to walk through the kitchen on the way to the pool and she'd look right through the kitchen help, as if we weren't there.Well, all of us except Eddie.Eddie saw her. I was stunned. You can always rationalize one or two people not liking you, but all nine? I sat there. Then I began to weep. Slowly, a watering of the eyes at first. Then more tears, then sobs. I was wracked with shame. Who was I? Why was I like this?Chloe was the first to come to me, to hug me. Then they all did, the women and the men. I was a jerk, but then, in our own way, we all were. We were there because of our flaws. And we needed each other.Chloe had told us it was time to. This woman was about the identical sizes to his much-wanted mother, give or take a little, and she was showing him her whole fantastic body clad like any of the women in ‘Fiestas’ wives. He stood mouth agape, not quite knowing what to do. Her voice quietly and with authority saying that if he wanted… he could touch… oh how he wanted that… but he was still hesitant, years of knowing ladies bodies were taboo held him back, her hands took his and lifted them to the, until now forbidden goals of. Jane then went on to explain that her power had suddenly cut out and was wondering if I would mind checking her electric supply as it seemed it was just her that had a problem. We both walked to her house and once we were in Jane asked me to check the fuse box which at first glance looked like it had tripped causing the entire thing to switch off. I simply flicked the switch back on, as I turned around she was coming back into the room, to my surprise she had taken everything off except she was.