I hope the treatment goes well. You're still a fairly young man by most standards."He laughed and Eleanor joined him. "I'm sixty-four, Doug. I like to...think I'm still young, but my body keeps telling me I'm not. But, thanks for the sentiment."Our waiter arrived once more and took our lunch orders. I chose a pair of appetizers in keeping with my restricted diet. We talked a little about the business once more and the changes that were going on. There wasn't anything I didn't know about. The. This was my first professional photo shoot after all. After a few minutes she then walked back around me to view the shots. She placed her hand on my shoulder as I scrolled through the shots. I could feel the heat of her body, smell her perfume and more. She was very turned on. As we checked out the pics she explained that she had never done anything like this before and was really enjoying it. With that she slapped me on the ass and moved back in front of the camera saying we needed to. Julianna had been unable to adequately instruct Jean-Woodrow in French literature, as there were no texts in French of the books she wanted available in Grantham, or indeed in Lincoln or Nottingham.“I had thought there would have been copies of Voltaire and Montaigne’s work, written in the original French, readily available in England, but have found only rather poor translations. However, I do have copies of the major works of those two luminaries, as well as some of Marivaux and Abbe. We kissed some more before going to our rooms and bed.Friday morning, Dad and I were down for coffee when Britt and then Mom came down. Each of us in turn prepared coffee for our respective ladies.Mom said, "When you get finished with school today, please go by Mason's Paint Store. Brittany needs to pick paint for her new bedroom."Britt squealed and hugged her neck. "I've never picked paint before, Mom. How do you know I won't pick orange and black?" I trust you, dear. You have innate good.