The way she stood it reminded him of something he'dseen with one of those Olympic gymnasts.When she got up to him he asked, "Something wrong with the ...teps?"She looked at him with that fearful look once again. Then seemed todecide it was okay as she said, "Nope, I just like to see if I can dothose things once in awhile." She stuffed her hands into the pockets ofher fleece jacket and started walking around towards the front of thebuilding.He fell in step beside her puzzling what was different. She has a great hourglass figure with a perfect hip to waist ratio. Her bright red hair is tied back in a ponytail. She has brilliant, piercing green eyes and a light smattering of small freckles across her nose and cheekbones. She has a set of small gold studs in her ears. A little confused, I ask, "Hey Emily, are you here to swim?" "No. Mr. Brown, can we talk?" "Only if you call me Bruce." Emily smiles and I let her in. We walk to the kitchen and sit on bar stools. "So, Emily you know. She took one step forward, two, three, stopped, stared. At two chrome spheres rising above a silver metal plate.Bill stayed close by her side. "What is it?" It's an orgasm machine."Melissa's throat closed. Her mouth opened but no sound issued. Slowly she turned to see Dr. Barbara Curri standing in the doorway that led to a bedroom. She appeared slightly frazzled, as if she'd just woken up. But her eyes were sharp and alert, watching them carefully.Bill stepped in front of Melissa, placing. Drifting off just a bit (without drowning), I was in Shangri-la.I heard some noise, feet shuffling. I looked up and saw the same lovely 60ish woman, adorned in a beautiful flowered 1-piece bathing suit. Wide straps, but a plunging V-bodice that exposed a great deal of cleavage. Her skin, though somewhat aged, was really smooth and relatively spot-free. I smiled again and asked "So, did you order my meal?" She said, "Yes - you were right - it was delicious!" I then asked her if she was going to.