She had asked me. “I like to be sure of a man before we go to the next stage,” she’d written.And this was the next stage: a meeting in a public ...lace, with the rules simple. Either of us could walk away at any point. But it was quite clear that neither of us wanted to go anywhere – except the bedroom. How long could we drag out this drink and conversational charade of “getting to know each other.” We had done that on chat. We knew each other’s likes, dislike and sexual fantasies. And now we had. When Scott left Amy was sitting in the Barcalounger and as I was walking back to the living room I started to sit on the sofa. “Are you afraid of sitting over here?” Amy asked. “No, I just didn’t feel it was worth fighting for!” “What’s not worth fighting for?” she asked. “The Barcalounger” I stated as a matter of fact. “Oh, I thought you meant me messing with your ass or something.”I hadn’t noticed that she had shed her shoes and socks as well as the rubber-band she had used to put her. She moved her hand to Mimi’s crotch, and Mimi obligingly opened her legs to allow Margret’s exploration.“Do you shave yourself?” Margret asked. “No ma’am,” Mimi replied as she continued to wash Margret’s legs. “One of the other girls shaved me and I shave her.”“Hmm. I think after the bath I would like you to shave me. It must help with the heat in this dreadful climate.”“Of course ma’am. Would you like to to wash your intimate areas ma’am?”Instead of replying Margret opened her legs wide to. They wanted large sections of their bodies to be re-grown and integrated with their declining bodies. With enough changes,essentially they would have a complete new body, with their existingbrain. (advances with creating new tissues had allowed brains to berenewed without much loss of memory). After a year or so, a nonagenarianwould be thirty again.There was some talk of growing entire bodies, without brain orders, butwith inputs from computers to regulate the bodies and keep them healthyand.