She wasn't on the bus for the ride home, which wouldn't have made a difference even if she was. It was far too crowded, though I managed to slip into ...ne of the few vacant seats remaining. And it was of course too well lit anyway. But even on the ride home I tended to think back of the morning and the incredibly erotic experience we had shared together. It was perhaps the first time in recent memory that I was actually looking forward to going to work again the next day.I stood at the bus stop. 'Eric's eyes are gonna spin when he sees you in that gown, Marcie' mymother said. 'Excuse me mother, that's Princess Marcie, please!' Ilaughed."The Saturday of the dance finally arrived. I spent all morning at mymom's favorite Hair Parlor. I began my makeover with a leg waxing. Itwas painful but I thought it would be best to have it. I even had mybush waxed a little. After the waxing the tech trimmed the muff into aperfect triangle. I got my hair lightened, trimmed and set. As my hairwas drying. Jim, my publisher, was originally taken aback by my take that Great Britain General Sir Banastre Tarleton was a more interesting character than the US Commander Colonel Daniel Morgan.Jim should be happy with this being done, so I can devote all of my time to 'The Redheaded Tryst' By Phillip Roux!As I was running a grammar and spelling check on 'Banastre versus Morgan', there was a knock on the door."Come in," I said to whomever. Claudia walked in and sat down."Yes?" I said with a single raised. We were tired from the swimming and wanted to change and rest for a while. When we reached, both the Colonel and Jyoti were missing. Sunita hurried to the washroom. I stood at the window looking out to watch amazing natural beauty. She must have just opened the washroom door when I heard her scream. I looked back and was stunned to watch the Colonel inside the wash room standing stark naked right in front of my wife. Sunita stood frozen standing outside the wash room holding the wash room door.