" Independent eh?" Very." I could be your maid," she giggled, "A personal maid." Yeah stockings and mini skirt." I bought some of those this afternoon... I've never worn them before, but I gather most men like them." Wrong," I laughed, "They LOVE them as you'll find out no doubt, later on in your life." I'm not bothered what other men like," she said fiercely, "I'm only interested in what YOU like, not some spotty face little yob nor am I waiting to meet someone, now if you don't mind I'd like to. The homey meal was a pleasant contrast to the rich environment which continued on the patio, it extended in one direction to a carefully maintained garden with pebbled pathways and bushes thick with flowers, beyond which was a large greenhouse and beyond that was a lawn of brilliant green which also extended out from the patio, dotted with the occasional maple, ending in a thick wall of evergreen trees. The opposite direction from the garden, past a low wall was a pool, the cool chlorine smell. 11. Memories ‘Do you remember being tired every Christmas Day?’ ‘Yes. We didn’t get any sleep. We had to retrieve the presents from the hiding places, wrap them, put them under the tree…’ ‘…And the children would be up at five to find them.’ ‘Now they have that problem. Good night, granny.’ 12. Stocking Fillers Our daughters used to hang stockings up each Christmas Eve for Santa to fill with small presents such as oranges, chocolates, sweets and trinkets. The family tradition has changed. We. She leaned in close to me. I seized the opportunity like a special OPS solider ready to capture the moment. I then kissed her and pulled her body closer to me. She moaned softly and loosed up her body. I kiss her tender lips more deeply. This was the moment I had been waiting for almost two decades. Now it was real, and I have her all to myself. She grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. Her eyes gazed into mine, and I looked back softly as the passion began to build. I unzipped her dress.