I'll meet you on the patio after I get everything unloaded."I'd decided on a pale yellow summer print dress that showed just a hint of cleavage. I add...d a touch of makeup and a tiny dab of cologne. I checked myself out in the mirror and approved. I wasn't what you'd call a knockout but I wasn't bad looking if I do say so myself. The carafe of coffee and two cups, cream and sugar were on a tray on the patio table when he sat down across from me, already sweating."You look very pretty this. It sounds ideal right? So what can the problem be, you ask? Well I'm a bitof a compulsive bard, I always think it could be said just a wee bit better.I'll write a story and then sit there and tweak it, never quite sure when tostop. It drives her nuts! Eventually, usually around the fifth or sixth rewriteshe tosses her head back screams that high pitched squeal of disgust and poof,she's gone. That's when I know it's time to post the damn story. This brings us to the problem. When she splits. Just as Ada had told me George is tall and slim and around eighty, he exudes confidence and wealth. Gerri is a knockout, a tall, elegant, dusky part Asian, with long shoulder length brunette hair who exudes sex appeal. Her husky voice adds to her sex appeal.George was wearing casual clothes. Gerri had heels, a very short black skirt with a matching black blouse with most of the buttons undone to show she had a good, firm pair of tits. And wonderful long legs with firm thighs and a large, well. "John," Lady Caisterdale insisted, "How dare you treat Sarah so ill, take her back to bed and ravish her." But my Lady!" Sarah protested."I treated her with the utmost consideration!" John insisted."You treated her like a whore, made love to her when you should have ravished her, so take her to bed this instant," Lady Caisterdale insisted."Yes mother," he agreed in confusion."Go!" she insisted.Sarah held her head in her hands in confusion, "Please no," she pleaded"If you do not wish it then I.