"Would you like a cup oftea, Ruth?" No, thank you," Ruth replied. "The thing is, it's my birthday nextSunday. I'll be ninety. And I'm going to have a ...arty." Oh, that's nice," Elaine said. "Here?" Yes," said Ruth. "We're going to have some music, and Jerry's going toorder in food and drinks for everyone. Can you guess how old I'll be?" No," Julie said, wisely."Ninety," Ruth replied, proudly. "I'll be ninety." Goodness!" said Elaine. "You certainly don't look it." So I'm going to have a party,. I timed it and everything. Yup. Had nothing better to do. I really do like the way I taste. I’ve discovered that if you eat enough mangoes? Your juices really do have a hint of mango. Or that could have been I just didn’t wash my hands well enough and I was tasting real mangoes. In any case, it has happened on more than one occasion so I am so not going to knock it. Well this is another story time with Woman’s Brain. So relax, grab a drink, prepare to laugh at me then think you are being mean. As you reach around to undo my top you slip your hands up and cup my breast. My nipples are so hard the hurt. You massage my breast so they don't hurt anymore but as the pain goes away I can feel myself getting all wet. I lean into you and moan softly. You run your hands down my body until you hook your fingers into the bottoms of my suit and pull them down. Once I am completely naked all you can do is stare. I turn towards you and watch your reaction as I walk closer to you and start to kneel. Anything at all."She just turned her head to look straight at the side of my head and laughed humourlessly, "That is just the point. You don't do anything wrong." She rested her head back onto my shoulder again."I've two ex-wives who might disagree with you there." You're forgetting, I met Maria last year and she does hate your guts. But it wasn't about something you did wrong so much as you do everything right. I liked the expression she used, 'he's a sanctimonious perfectionist prick'." She.