"You are going to fit in very well with the other youngladies. Now before I take you back to Miss Pinker I am going to teach youhow to curtsey. It is ... gesture ladies do to show respect and will pleaseMiss Pinker very much; now watch me and copy."After a few attempts Rosie said, "That will do for now Miss Jane, but youwill receive proper lessons in curtseying in our deportment classes. Nowcome with me and remember to hold your dress up a little as you go downstairs; I don't want you to. But it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to relax and enjoy this. So I said, "Okay. We can take a shower first if that will ease your mind."He let me undress him then. I thought he smelled clean. But if he wants to take a shower that's fine, too. It's a nice form of foreplay if you do it right.I led him across the hall to the bathroom. He was self conscious about walking around naked but I assured him it wasn't a problem. No one was going to be spying on us and if someone did see us they. " Ain't that the damn truth. I can't picture myself drawing Social Security, that's for sure. Plus, I suck at shuffleboard. I guess I'll just have to refuse to get that old."It's only early in the evening, and the bar is largely empty. I my experience, hotel bars generally see more business in the week than they do on the weekend. The bartender doesn't have much to do except top off our drinks and wipe his counter with a rag. I can tell that he's listening to our conversation with one ear, even. ..”“Mother, really!” She gave a sly grin. “Who’s the guy, Mom?”“Guy? No, I’m just spending the weekend with a friend.”Marcia gave a disgusted snort. “Mom, really, even you can come up with a better story than that. It’s obvious. We all know you’re seeing some guy. Who is he?”“What? No, it’s not like that. What do you mean?” protested Barbara weakly.“Give me a break. You have been talking to some guy on the phone most nights, and then for the last three Fridays dressing sexy and going out for.