Time to move on with my life, explore who I can really be. Stepping from the shower I see myself in a full length mirror, do a twirl and think to myse...f that yes I am damn fine for 50yrs old, boobs still firm and perky (firmish) so is my bum and stomach, legs a little chunky, but they always have been, admiring myself makes me even more randy. Time to face the guys!Being totally naked, escorted by a 20yr old guy, back to face 7 other 20yr old guys, I feel totally that this is right for me. We. I figured he was just making sure he saw everything there was to see, before this all evaporated into the night air.Finally, the guy just said, "Damn!"I thought that pretty-much summed it up."Come on, Myrtle," I hollered at Tess. "I just remembered where the key was -- we can get back into the RV, now!"Tess actually curtseyed at Winnebago Man -- holding out an imaginary skirt in each primly outstretched hand, bowing her head and bending one knee gracefully. Finally, reluctantly, she turned away. .until the image of Gerald and that smug smileof his crept back to the fore of her mind. "That little shit..." she repeated with a sigh, and set herself down inher desk chair to begin the less than invigorating task of grading the mostrecent stack of quiz papers. *** "Is it my fault?" said Bianca while standing in front of her bathroommirror. She was diligently brushing her teeth from side to side whiletalking, the white foam of toothpaste cresting the sides of her mouth. "AmI just that. We weren't at the dance five minutes, when Pearl was besieged with requests to dance. I'd obviously misjudged her reasons for wanting to go to the dance. She didn't want everyone to know we were a couple - well, maybe a little. What she really wanted was for me to discover and appreciate how talented she was as a dancer.She'd succeeded. I was impressed.The song ended, and she hugged Tom Bellini, her partner for the dance. She turned and searched for me, found me, and seconds later, she landed.