I left before anyone could see the wet spot on my trousers. Bella: (I love it when Mr. Joe looks at me. His eyes seem so full of love. I love being...naked for him. I wonder if he would let me wash him like this. Oh, why did he leave? Didn’t he like me? Did I do something wrong? I will have to be extra nice to him later.)Several bath times later, Rosa told me she had some extra cleaning to do right then so I should give the baths without her. She smiled and left. This time I took them. I had just taken off my suit and I was lying onour bed in my boxer shorts and teeshirt. Sensing that Rita was tiredand fairly pissed off I decided I would try to spend the weekend withher doing things she wanted to do. I decided I would start by going toPilates with her. I needed to do something about my beer gut and Ritahad been on at me for ages to try Pilates. I had felt Pilates wasrather a Ladies thing but I thought it would make Rita happy if I joinedher so I had looked up what I. (The “lola” colour is a dark skin -tan- colour). He began to give some orders, "sit down and cross your legs" He was still pretending to be interested in the colour saying to himself: "yes, I like the colour." At this stage all that was intriguing me, I was at the center of his attention, I always loved to fascinate -especially him-and finally be the center of -his- attention. Then he made a request a bit strange: “will you lie down, cross your legs and light a cigarette ?” I wasn’t a smoker. In fact she felt better now than she could remember in all her twenty one years. She was on top of the world and regretted the coming onset of warm weather.But with the lengthening days there would arise the opportunity to lie in the sun and acquire a rich tan. But she still shrank from the idea of totally stripping, even in the privacy of her own garden.No KnickersOn Monday she put her running gear in the washing machine, together with other items of underwear. Then she realised she needed to.