A modest double post bed with small night stands with lamps and plenty of room around it. In one corner was a modern block style red leather covered f...am rubber chair and in the other, a wing backed cloth-covered chair with a small needlepoint cushioned Victorian footstool. As we entered I cranked down the thermostat to 68. "Please put your things on that chair," pointing to the wingback chair and picking up the footstool. As I placed it on the floor in the middle of the room I gazed at Andreas. I’ve never done it. I don’t know how...” I finally lapsed into embarrassed silence.“Oh it’s easy,” she sighed. “And it feels so lovely. Come on ... I’ll show you.”She hiked up her nightdress and I could see she had no panties on. She slid one pale finger through the lump of dark hair and wiggled it back and forth. I peered closer, trying to see what she was doing.“Ohhh, this mop of hair!” she moaned. “I’ve got to do something about it. It gets in the way of everything. I should cut it all off. Liz just had a towel round her head. She was proud of her breasts, large and shapely, though losing their long battle with gravity. Her waist and hips had never quite got back to their youthful shape after the birth of their son Myles twenty-two years ago. Somehow John was still as spare as he had been when they first met. She envied him. Still, his hair was starting to thin and go grey, while she had retained her natural blonde colour. At least she beat him there.A few minutes later they were. I expect you to remove all the traces of your activities that you can before you mingle with the rest of the household or anyone else who happens to be in our house. It is not polite, it is not acceptable and that type of behavior will be punished. Severely"Simone had paled at this speech I delivered at her."Is that understood?" My voice had risen gradually but I was almost bellowing now."Y-y-yes, Papa!" Good. You have 5 minutes to clean up and get back here. For every minute longer, you will.