I grabbed the towel hanging on the rack and started to dry myself off. I was now drying my hair when I heard a knock at the door. ‘Hun, are you ok....You’ve been in there for a long time?’ Clearing my throat, I said, ‘Yes.’ ‘If you want, you can put on my robe, it’s hanging up in the closet behind the door?’ ‘Thanks.’ After I finished drying myself off, I opened the closet behind the door and his robe was hanging where he said it was. I took it off the hook and put it to my cheek. The material. I had a nice dinner ready for us and we were taking samples of the third different kind of wine that I had. Hadn't even pulled out the mead yet and the main event came a knocking. I smiled at Cynthia and said "show time" she grinned right back at me Debbie was at the door, made it about 2 steps inside where I stopped her and began talking. She started demanding to know if there was another woman here when right on cue Cynthia walked up. Debbie's jaw dropped as this breathtaking beauty. . at least, Dad, were really strict. I didn't go out on a date until after I was eighteen; then, only because I'd left home. They wanted me to go to University, but I was tired of being controlled. The only way I'd get to University was if they paid for it; that meant going locally from home and accounting for every second of my time. So I got a job. Just stacking shelves in Tesco, but it was a job. Made friends, not 'our sort' of course ... moved out of home into a shared house with some girls. " Greg smiled at her words, appreciating the picture she made. "But don't you think that you should put your bikini back on?" But, why?" She looked puzzledly at him, her smile fading. "Don't you like the way I look? Anyway, it's still all wet." Never mind, you're just fine the way you are, but I'll bet that you are tired." He gently nudged her mind. "Why don't you lie down and take a nap?" I guess I am." She smothered a yawn as she stretched out on his cot, "So tired..." She wriggled a couple.