It was gross enough for her tojust go for the sperm taste instead.Briefly the thought of using John's toothbrush to clean the toiletentered her mind, ...ut she shook that thought as fast as it came. It wasjust a petty act after all, one she would sorely regret if John found outone that wouldn't help her one bit. It just wasn't worth it.Done with everything Marcy kneeled next to the bidet again. She put hergloves back on and acted as if she was just about to finish her washingduties. John had. I open another drawer in the dresser and select a packet of flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. I like to wear pantyhose as a foundation garment to help flatten my tummy, and to cover the small nicks and varicose veins on my forty-year-old thighs and ankles. I feel the first small tingle of excitement as I smooth the pantyhose up my legs and over my tummy and buttocks. I carefully arrange the toes of the hosiery around my painted toenails so that I don’t ladder them. I stand up and walk. While you were sleeping…”where is she now…”on the terrace…then Bua called my sis for something …I went on the roof and find her standing leaning on the railing her back to me…the wind caused her long skirt and hair to flow in the rhythm showing off her perfect curves and ass…I moved forward and stand next to her…”shit happens “I said…I looked at her and saw tears shining on her cheeks….”and he doesn’t deserve your tears “I added…with a broken voice she let her heart out…she told me everything. 8:00am on November 2nd. At the track. In Bill’s garage area! Can I assume you’ll be there?”“Are you kidding?” I said, laughing. “Of course we’ll be there!”We spoke for a few more minutes and when I hung up, I was much, much happier about Stephie’s situation. I didn’t think she was fully out of the woods, because Jessica had warned me about how cancer could easily come back, but all the signs seemed positive. I wrote the dates for the races and the wedding in my day book, and then fired up my.