Not that she would have shared the bed with him anyway. She had to maintain a a strong sense of propriety as his guardian and as a single woman of 36....he sat in the parlor of her tiny civil service bungalow and stared at the insects hurling themselves at the flickering fluorescent on the veranda. Their tiny carapaces made flick noises like little pebbles against glass. Almost like a young man calling to his lover to come out for a midnight rendezvous. She smiled to herself laughing inwardly at. “So, which one are you going to try on first?” He asked, from where he was sitting on the bed. “And neither one is a bikini, so I have to admit I’m already prejudice against them. I’m thinking the blue one with the racing stripe.”“Hmm, I thought I had a bikini too, I must have donated it, or thrown it away...” Riki said, standing back up holding a couple of suits. “Sure, the blue one ... mmm” she answered, looking at him, sitting on the edge of her bed, as if waiting for her to change in front. "I'll make it more than that if you say that again." I won't ... for now." I think I want some chocolate turtle pie for dessert," she said."You'll get fat like your mother," Myron countered."Mama is pleasingly plump. And besides, you don't seem to mind when she parks her ass in your lap. I've never heard you complain about that." I just want to stay on her good side, that's all." Forget the dessert, lets go home for some nooky." Fine by me."Myron was always awed when he saw his wife nude. He. "Did y'all enjoy the show?" she asked to general catcalls all around."How much does this cost?" a man asked. "Suck my cock!" shouted out another. "Do you make a lot of money?" asked a woman."Sorry, I'm not for sale," she replied sweetly. "But here's a taster." She stripped off her bra and panties and dumped them unceremoniously on the floor, soon to be snatched away. She stood there, saucy and arrogant in her nudity, then impulsively grabbed a man and kissed him. While he started to paw her.