"Mmm. That feels nice," Jordan said, arching her back to press harder against my palms.I moved my hands in a slow circular motion, barely touching the...tips of her aroused nipples. Finally I told her to turn around so I really could wash her back. When she had her back to me, I started washing it and her bum. I sensed that Jordan had relaxed so I made my move and on the way back up after moving my hand down over her ass I pushed one finger between her ass cheeks and lightly brushed it over her. My singing voice is somewhere between Lee Marvin and Harpo Marx." Wasn't Harpo the one that never said a word?" Exactly, that's advice that should apply to my singing." Eve was grinning."You haven't heard me sing yet." I doubt that one false note could come from someone as lovely." The day is complete already. You have paid me two lovely compliments, more than I have had in years. Every girl should keep a literary man in tow." She sighed.The next question was the one that women will ask of any. She hadn’t been wearing anyunderwear!***“Bill?”“Hmm?”“Are you ready?”I put down the magazine and looked up to where my wifewas preparing to make her grand entrance.“Yes.”She walked into the bedroom dressed in red thong pantiesand a sheer red bra. Red stockings went up her leg,ending at her thigh, held in place by a red garter belt.To complete the red motif, a chocker was stretchedacross her neck.“Do you like?” she asked. This time adjustment would take place. The prospect raised her spirits further and she smiled. Optimism being a state of mind she relished. Reassuring her as it did that, after everything, she remained a human being still. Not a monster. As the flood rose to crisis so everything seemed to decelerate. Time itself succumbing to the arthritis it assigned to others with such insouciance. Near delirious with anticipation, smile fixed, she raised her arm above her; light from the naked bulb.