We didn't say anything. Then she said, "Well! I don't know what got into me." I turned to look at her, and she was just an old lady again. "I'm sor...y, ma'am," I said, knowing it was what she wanted to hear. She laughed nervously. "You can at least quit calling me 'ma'am' now." "I don't know your name," I said. "It's Sally," she said. "Will you call me Sally?" "Yes, ma'am, Miss Sally," I said. She was still looking at me as if she didn't believe I had happened in her kitchen this morning. . They were talking about the progress on the Townhouse 2 project. Jack had done the Friday inspections and also talked to the General Contractor about progress and pace. Karen, it turned out, was interested in construction projects so arranged a tour from Jack for later that morning.Dave got the brunch orders from the visitors and melded those into the other items he and some others were cooking. For some reason that morning, the Belgium French Toast was unusually desired, along with a generous. Men couldn't handle the frustration of being around a woman as beautiful and sexy as you that didn't want to spend her entire life under them."She said "thank you for the compliment. I think, now go."I told her that her wish was my command and went to study the journal. I didn't want to let any opportunities slip by. We were going to need loads of cash eventually.Warren Buffett was already doing interesting things and the pharmaceutical industry was due some additional attention. Beth helped me. Our days out, especially in the warmer weather, were so arousing for us both. I remember the first particularly memorable one...It was a lovely warm summer Friday in early July 1980. I had taken the day off work to go out with mummy, as usual we left the house with her dressed quite demurely, flat shoes, stockings, along plain sleeveless dress entirely suitable for a woman in her early 60s. Underneath of course she wore no underwear, and I knew that her freshly-shaven cunt was correctly adorned.