"Do you want to go first?" Jenny asked."I have an idea," I said. "Why don't we shower together? I mean, we've already seen each other naked, so it's n... big deal." OK, I guess." Jenny looked at me like she was still unsure about some of the wild ideas I was coming up with.The shower was a little cramped with the two of us in it, and we kept bumping into each other. Finally we decided that the easiest thing was to just wash each other. At least that way we wouldn't be poking each other with our. Seeing the disgusted look on her old man’s face was almost as sweet as having sex in his new SUV. But now Julie and I sat here nearly twenty years later, bored out of our minds with our sex life. It was hard to imagine that those two kids who had car sex had ever existed. Julie and I threw around suggestions for a while, but none of them really got me going. None of them did it for me. Except for one idea, which hadn’t been suggested yet. Eight years into our marriage Julie and I were. Theywere dressed as French Maids, with black satin uniforms that ended justabove the knee and were flounced out by stiff petticoats. They also worespotless white aprons and Cath was standing in shoes with 5 inch heelsmaking her at least 6 feet 7. As he stared at them they dropped intopassably elegant curtseys."We have finished in the kitchen Miss," said Cath. "Do we have yourpermission to start in the bedroom?"And they both curtsied again and giggled.Jamie grinned and said, "What does that. The feeling was so odd, but the situation so familiar. Her brain was drifting awake, and soon she knew her body would make itself known, pressed hard into the mattress like a dead weight. But for now she would enjoy the dream. She often awoke with this stream of images and memories tickling her mind. Their first kiss. It always started with the gentle gust of breeze that tossed her hair across her face as they stared out across the water. The lock gently whipped at her cheek and landed over.