“Do ya mind if we take the pictures on my bed? I like close ups, mostly, but would like to think about you on my bed...is that ok wit you, Mia?” h...s face was longing, like a dog waiting for his treat. I took my cue and grabbed the tacky babydoll and two bras from the bag. I dropped the paper bag on the floor and proceeded up the steps towards what used to be his parents room. “In here?” I said, turning on the tease, and leaning into the door frame, and jutting my chest out. “Fuck yeah” he. I had always felt that the practice was immoral, but the idea of marrying a much younger woman had an appeal, and, since I had never married, a young and beautiful first wife was a very different matter to me. I had found a young woman of Latin American ancestry, with no living relatives besides a maternal aunt, raised in the US and American in everything but citizenship. (Her parents were killed when she was an infant.) She was breathtakingly beautiful, 18 years old, intelligent,. Both of them were very happy with the stair lifts and kept thanking us. After that the conversation turned to the break-in at my place and where we had been. We described the whole experience in detail and the outcome and our plan to build a new house on the ranch. Bob was concerned that I was moving away and I went on to explain that I had to spend at least a week a month working at the Lab so we would be in town.About an hour and half later we managed to leave and go home. Once there we. Because of all her break ups she married faintly late in her life and may struggle when her k**s become teenagers. Any way in the spring of 1995 she was back living with us in her old room in London. One evening I was pleasantly surprised when my security shift finished early, ten pm instead of midnight so decided to surprise Sarah and not ring to tell her we might have a sexy night for a change. I took the underground to the nearest station then walked the fifteen minute walk to,our house..