‘Let’s dry off and move to the bed, we have lots of exploring to do!’ Jayne suggested. ‘Oh!’ I pouted my response and then had an idea. ‘...hy dry off and why bed? Let’s stay wet and go onto the balcony, it’s secluded enough when you get down onto the sun loungers.’ ‘Mmmm sis, now you’re talking my language,’ she replied as we linked hands and ran through the room to the balcony, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. The feel of the warm morning sun on our wet, naked bodies only served to. A week before the dance, Ginny and I were in her living room, quietly waltzing away, when Ginny leaned in, violating the 'proscribed and proper distance' which her Mom had laughingly described as we were receiving our dance instruction. Leaning in, she placed her cheek on mine, her soft lips near my ear, and said with a soft, sweet, warm-breathed whisper "You're hiding something from me, aren't you?" She pulled back to the proper distance, arms at their locked position, and while our feet kept. ** I lick my lips nervously and open the door before he can knock again. He stands there, leaning against the doorway, looking more like mythology manifest than anyone I should be allowed to be around. I manage a weak, twitchy smile and step back, out of his way, to allow him to enter. He smiles at me and walks in easily. I lock the door while he sits on the bed, and then turn and stare at him. He’s staring at me in his own quiet way, so we simply watch each other for a long few minutes. ‘Come.. While she begged us to stay, she understood that it was time for us to go. Sitting on the couch in our suite that had been used for so many libidinous acts, I held Paulina’s hands. “Sweet lady, we will miss you, and I hope you will fondly remember us. As someone who knows the future, I encourage you to remember all you’ve learned from us. It will be helpful to you in the days and years ahead. Remember that the only way you can enjoy your body as you have with us is to please the man you are.