”Jack’s eyes popped open at that comment, and he turned his head to face her, to find her smiling back. “Older man? Almost in your league?”“...ell, Jack, really, you are well past your prime, aren’t you?”Jack rolled his eyes. “I ought to spank you, but I’m too tired and you’d probably enjoy it.” Becca laughed at that, and Jack rolled over and sat up. “Come on. The house is a disaster. We need to dress and clean up.”Becca groaned at that, but a light swat to her rump got her moving. They gathered. ..right?) Hilda challenged the other women of the bridge circle and the garden circuit. They got together and bet; the winner who raised the most money for the charity would get an all-expenses paid trip for two to Lake Como in Italy. That would be only a small percent of the overall monies raised. My mom was not about to lose.The auction proceeded. To our (me and my mom) surprise, Hilda sold some fine art out of her house. Economically, it made no sense, but there it was. Well, my mom was not. He looked back at me, “Another hundred, you say? What if she wants to know why I wasn’t with you?”I nodded and grinned, “Tell her, it’s my time of the month.” He grinned and nodded back. I transferred the fifty to his account, handed him one of the bottles of plonk, and he wandered over to their table. I went back to mine and filled, Foxy’s, Trevor’s and my glasses. Not long later, the others came back to join us again. The three couples all seemed happy enough with their trips to the room, so. But he'd chosen to go slow. Perhaps, just maybe, she thought, he wanted to win her rather than just take her. She hoped so, the next few days would probably tell. Then looking down at her breasts above the crossed forearms, she exhaled and lightly bit her lower lip nervously. The next few days will tell, she thought as she walked away.Christmas Eve arrived; they both had to work during the day until March's shut their doors at six in the evening. As closing time approached, everybody began to.