He was no Adonis, but he was hers, and she loved him as much as he loved her. He was still devilishly handsome in her eyes, even as his red hair thin...ed and feathered with gray. She turned 3 more pages and began to read, though she could probably quote the first half-dozen paragraphs from memory.Arthur took a seat on the far end of the couch. She giggled as he began to rub her feet and kiss her toes. As Trish told her husband about the party, Arthur kissed his way up her calf. When they. Miranda is on husband number five now, but I think this one might last. She traded down for a man with half the income of her latest ex, but chose a good man who treats her like a queen instead. Money isn’t everything. Another old saying is that it is true that you never forget your first love. I never did. ******** Naturally, I didn’t quite give my entirely too smart and precocious daughter Clara the full play by play of our only sexual experience. I just insinuated that we had been intimate,. " Jus' guard duty. My turn to loaf." I see. And have you been loafing with my maid, with Jassy, this evening?" That her name?" I said. "We've been walking, yes'um." Walking?" she said and smiled knowingly. "That what you call it?" Good night, ma'am," I said, tossing her a salute. "Duty calls." Come here," she said, blowing out her lamp.I mounted the steps and stood before her, not eager for any more romantic exercise that evening, fearing failure, well spent, cursing the right opportunity at. In the hotel pool changing room I noticed two small holes had been strategically drilled into a cubicle wall. One was at chest height, the other just below waist level. I was curious and took a look, both spy holes provided a surprisingly wide view of the next cubicle. I decided to wait and see if anyone came to use it. After a few minutes I heard footsteps, I opened my cubicle door slightly to see who was coming. I was slightly disappointed at first as a woman in her mid 50s, who I had.