I finally decided to tell her.When I did, she blew up and called me names, screaming at me, "How could you do this to me? What kind of brother are you... And so on. She said she would never speak to me again. I hadn't expected that kind of reaction. I figured she would get mad, but realize that I had done it for her and forgive me right away. However, after a week of not talking, of me bringing her flowers, offering to massage her feet, and anything else she wanted, I was at a loss for what to. "I need to get some mints and put them in the bathroom," I thoughtidly, turning on the shower.Thus the routine began. Shower. Shave (potentially). Bra and panties(simple white cotton again today). Hair, which was a chore given itslength and style ' I worked it for close to ten minutes with a brush andblow dryer until I was satisfied with it. Make up again, which tookanother 10 minutes to perfect. Finally, a smart grey skirt suit, whiteblouse, and nylons. The grip of the nylons and the. She was reluctant to shower with him. He finally talked her into doing it and it seemed to him that some of her embarrassment did vanish. On the plus side of her embarrassment was that she did wear sexy undergarments and seeing her in the silky chemise she walked around in was as they say, “worth the price of admission.”The days of summer just flew by. Before he knew it, the Labor Day weekend was approaching and what to do seem like a no-brainer. He placed a phone call and when it was answered. The sun was shining bright, breaking through the fog now and the sea gulls were crying their lonely song. She stood there, a vision of loveliness, still in her light pink nightgown blowing in the breeze against the outline of her naked body beneath, leaving nothing to the imagination. The sun was getting strong and it shown right through the thin cloth."Who on earth is that?" he whispered loudly under his breath as he caught sight of her standing on the rock. "And what is she doing?" he.