You order another drink and the waiter scurries away. We begin chatting as we did at lunch, revealing things about ourselves that we probably wouldn�...t otherwise. The wine arrives soon followed by our food. As you eat your salad, dressing gets caught on the corner of your mouth. Waiting to be sure that I’m watching, you flick your tongue out and remove it. That’s it, you think, let the games begin. Our conversation turns more toward erotic subjects, not quite centering on what’s going on between. So I googled the same and came across some images of some mature naked women. They seemed physically fit, sexually attractive and strong women, which was kind of a myth to me.I always thought that women peaked their physical attraction until the age of 30-35, beyond which they would just loose the attractiveness. But I was happy to be proven wrong. Yet I still didn’t find my maid attractive. Yes, I did ogle at her breasts when she swept the floor but that was it. From that day on, I searched. He thought again about the questions he wanted to ask her. After they lay entangled and got their breath back, he turned her over. He cleared his throat, about to whisper. Paulette started telling him something before he had a chance to phrase the matter in a way in which he could talk about it. What she said took him by surprise.“Dear, I wanted you so much tonight,” she said, “because I won’t be in the same room with you for several days.”He was puzzled and showed. The fibers bit into my flesh, burning, rasping. I didn’t care. I growled through it.“I told you they were unbreakable,” the giggling voice said.“Ooh, but I like watching him strain,” a second voice said, an edge of delight to her words. “Look at him fight.”“Those muscles,” purred a third voice, smoky and lush.“But he might hurt himself,” the first voice said. She appeared in the room out of a flash of purple light and drifting, azure motes. She looked like a petite, blonde girl, eyes so vibrant.