Considering how often I got to see them outside of their clothes, you would think that wouldn’t be a big deal, but there is something about having t...e good bits hidden just out of sight that makes everything seem sexier. Plus, Sandy didn’t look half bad either. Charlie was a lucky guy.The day passed fast, and it was probably the most fun I’d had since our summer cruise. Or at least, parts of our summer cruise.Mom allowed Vicki’s mother to ride up front. We kids had a blast on the way back,. He was going to have to do some shopping and he was going to have to spend forty minutes in the kitchen before dinner. He did not believe Emma and Zoë would mind sitting at the kitchen table while he did his stuff. So that he did not make a nonsense he decided that he needed to draw up a task list with timings, a detailed list at that.Then it occurred to him that there were other preparations such as dusting the dining-room and drawing-room, hoovering, polishing the table, laying it, checking. He settled into a routine as is common with retired people. Eating out at the same places, sitting on the bench watching the sea and the people playing in the sand. Live was good.Over time his money was getting low and he had to economize. He noticed that each Monday the restaurant had a special of what looked like dumplings. He asked the owner, who was the cook/waiter what they were and the cook said“these are the fried bulls testicles from the bull fights held over the weekend”This put him. “It’s just in there,” I nod to the bathroom. “There’s a gown too.”“Do you mind if I sit for a bit?” He’s sweating heavily, still in his raincoat.I open my palm to the sofa, but as he plumps down, his eyes are on the bar of light under the bedroom door a few feet away.“I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here?” he says.I don’t answer. I’d hoped I’d get someone who knew.In a silence as long as the Thames, I join him on the sofa, turning to him and lifting a bent knee onto it so my gown opens,.