I directed my lady friend to sit next to me as we sipped out drinks. She was wearing a printed shorts that where not as tight as her normal jean short... and a blouse od the same fabric. Since our waiter/bartender was long gone I decided that I needed to play with her a little before we retired to our room. First I slipped my hand under her blouse and unhooked her bra. She had to wear a bra to hold back her nipples from poking out. She was horny all the time but did not want to show it. She sat. " Thanks Mary, you're very kind." Not at all, you are a very polite and friendly lad, it's been a pleasureto have you doing the deliveries. Looking at you I think you are about asize 12 so that first dress is too small. I think this one further back isright for you." She selected the dress and looked at the 'fault' label."As I thought we've had a lot of this, there is a flaw in the cloth on theback, we couldn't sell it but there is no real problem."The dress came with an apron sewn on, a small. "How old is this car? I think that I am back in high school." I said, "It is forty-nine years old with ninety thousand miles. It has been lovingly cared for and just a fun car for me. You need a new one because it will be your primary transportation. I am telling you, a silver convertible is the answer." Carla smiled as we drove to the local steak house. Dinner was pleasant and we compared our life stories. They were similar by both of us being widowed, living alone, small group of friends and. Beverly DID feel she had teachable moments too numerous to list. She was teaching Adam to be more assertive. She explained that to her daughter.“If someone asks you why you are following Adam’s orders and you say it is to teach him to be more assertive what happens when he finds out? He’ll realize there is no mind control and he is being taught a valuable lesson,” Erica scoffed.“We wouldn’t want that,” Beverly smirked. “What are you going to say if Adam orders you to tell people why you are.