I know I am. I could see right through her thin, knee length pale yellow skirt, where the sunlight came in through the windows in the showroom.I mean ...ll the way to her crotch, where she stood with her feet apart. If she’s wearing panties, they’re as small as the ones Mary Ellen wears - if and when she wears them.I wasn’t sure if that was lace I was seeing, or some kinky little cunt-hairs curled up under her pussy.I could see a little bitty narrow bra strap around her back when she turned to. But, like me, their age is beginning to show and we are now those older folks that we used to see and never thought we’d become.Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day! And taking a nap is not a treat anymore ... it’s mandatory! Cause if I don’t on my own free will ... I just fall asleep where I sit!And so ... now I enter into this new season of my life unprepared for all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability to go and do things that I. There were four pistols, kept locked in a strongbox to which only Cato held a key. Before leaving for his lodgings in the evening he would hand out a pistol to the night sentry, and in the morning retrieve the pistol from the sentinel and return the weapon to the strongbox. A day after the arrival of the canister shot and artillery uniforms I had been poking about on the upper floor of the barn, and came across a surveyor's chain. It had been pushed partly under a bale of hay, and I only. More persuasive?"I shivered at the thought of what that might be.* * *As it turned out, I didn't have to wait long. In fact, Janice made asurprise visit to my office that afternoon."Hi Paul," she said, as she strode through the door. She was carrying aplain brown shopping bag."Janice! What a nice surprise!" I came out from behind my desk and gaveher a hug. "I'm glad you're here. I'm sorry about my reluctance thismorning. I promise that it won't every happen again."Janice smiled at me. "I accept.