We got in the car and headed on our way to pick Caz up. As we arrived at her house I sounded the horn to let her know we were outside. Caz opened the ...oor, oh my god, what did she look like, what a slut. She definitely wanted to get your attention. She has the smallest pair of lycra shorts on imaginable, ass cheeks on full display. Also a full face of make-up and even had done her hair all nice. I let her in the car and set off.We arrive at the gym and I ask at the desk if we can speak to you. The wealth of these people also allowed them to buy influence by sponsoring the pageants. She knew she would never win first place, but there were prizes and scholarships for some other contestants. She had also heard rumors that some of the older girls gave special attention to those they thought could give them an edge. But it was only a rumor. As the months past after the accident, Barb became more active in the pageants themselves. Mostly she would help the girls get ready for their. Both of us took our marriage vows seriously. Romance between us was not an option and, at least on my part, had never even been considered.That is not to say that I was not attracted to her. I am a male after all and I like the sight of a pretty woman as much as any man. Emily wasn't stunningly beautiful. She wasn't ever going to be asked to model lingerie in a department store catalogue or anything like that. But she was attractive in a girl next door kind of way. She had reddish blonde hair. I saw her garage door open and her car back out. I then flowed her, at a safe distance, to the pre-arranged spa. She parked her car and then walked into the spa. I noticed that she was wearing a light, flower print dress that flowed in the gentle breeze. Once she was inside, I went for coffee down the street.(From Her Perspective):When I got the text, I found that I was both excited and nervous. Obviously, I was nervous as any change in my appearance, as a result of a day at the spa, might need.