We both relaxed back and chatted as we had a shared love of Italy and holidays there. As she described to me her latest trip to northern Italy I watch...d her legs cross and her dress ride up those lightly veined ivory legs. I am not a touchy feely person but plucked up courage. As we laughed over our seemingly identical taste in art and love of the Venice Biennale I leant forward (agreeing with her comment) and put my hand on her knee. Elaine's reaction was worrying. She audibly gasped and moved. What has been goin on between us may or may not be strictly moral, but I want you to know that it has made me feel more alive than I've ever felt in my 56 years of life - and certainly since Pat's grandfather and I divorced twelve years ago." I felt my face redden, but said, "It makes me feel very good, as well, Mrs. Trask." She sat back, and said, "You may call me Margaret...I think we know each other well enough for that." Her tone was very warm and soothing, and her eyes were sparkling as. What did they mean I was not in there? Whoever it was that had shouted was close enough to wake the dead or at least me from a sound nap. Opening my eyes I realized that I was not in my bed and with the strong smell of oil in my nose the memory of last night came flooding back. Getting to my knees I could see the stool I had been sitting on was still close to the socket but was now warped and twisted like a piece of metal that had been super heated. Seeing the stool in that condition I checked. ”“Morning, yourself,” she sat up and kissed him as he bent over the tub.John looked back into the bedroom. “I guess we got carried away.”Anita leaned back in the tub again. “It was worth it,” she sighed.Looking down at his wife, John’s penis began to stir to life. As it slowly rose to half mast, he asked, “Want some company?”Anita opened her eyes and looked at her husband’s rampant nakedness. Laughing, she said, “In here? There’s not enough room!”“Sure?”She flicked some bubbles at him. “I’m.