A finger pressed against my lips. Slowly and with the grace of a cat she laid down across me. Her elbows rested on the bench on either side of my head... her hands held back her hair to keep it from falling in my face.?Shhhhh,? she paused as our lips met. We kissed. Once again warmth spread through my body. ?You think you can keep yourself quite.??Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’ll try.? I answered.She kissed me again. A flood of emotions was tearing through my brain. Emotions I’ve never felt before. That night, their last, after dinner they went to the Chippendales show at the Rio. It was a treat and perfect for the bachelorette party theme. In the raucous atmosphere of the theater among all the other women, it was easy to sing along, dance in place, and lose some inhibitions. Guys came out to interact during the show to playfully engage the audience. They all left with a smile on their faces like most every other woman, young or old. It was a perfect blend of sexy presentation and. My son, Todd sometimes hangs out with them. He is a good student, not one of the jocks, but confident in a quiet way. Ever since Todd’s mother passed away about 4 years ago I admit I’ve been pretty lonely. Todd has his friends now, at 17 and when the full awfulness of our grief slowly lifted, I threw myself into raising him, being there for him and didn’t pay attention to my social life. I was a good dad, an upstanding member of the local community. I’m known around these parts as ‘coach’ as I. ‘Meet us by the west wing.’ Isabella wondered if this comfortable familiarity and casual attitude to each other’s sexual life was normal for the Bey’s palace or whether Gabrielle and Thomas had a special relationship. It did not matter to Isabella, she found the exchange between them both illuminating and strangely liberating. Thomas used the bathroom, threw on a robe and Isabella tied hers more demurely. They left together, Thomas guiding her down the corridor to another flight of stairs.