”She grinned what I could only describe as a ‘gamine’ grin. “Can I take that as a compliment?”“Yes, you can, but I hope you also take it a... a request and a warning.” My voice was as serious as I could make it. “Okay then; equally serious; keep your hands behind the blade.” I held out my hands, turning them to show the healed scars from slipped tools when I had not obeyed the rule. I pointed to one in the palm of my left hand, “I had no sensation in the sides of two fingers for six months after. ’ And she lifted it up for my inspection, exposing her pretty leg almost up to her thigh, the sight of the cool, bare flesh above the rolled silk stocking-top causing my pintle to stand up and take notice. ‘It was you that bought me this, so you may compliment at will, but it is yourself that is the reason for what you term my prettiness upon this festive occasion!’‘Well, well!’ I said laughingly, ‘I am sure, my dear, that I was never aware of this, and now that I have seen the result of my. ”I got to my feet and looked at myself in the mirror. If I kept my legs together I was still covered. I turned around and looked at my butt; I’d be okay just so long as I don’t bend over.I looked up my back and saw that the cords for the bikini top were intact. Turning around I looked at my chest. Apart from one small bit on the end of my left nipple the paint was intact. I guessed that I must have rubbed up against something rough.I can’t leave it like that; it’s way too obvious. I thought. "Betty? BETTY? Are you day dreaming, or just zoning out? We're here!" Scott said rousing her from her reverie."Ohh! I'm sorry, I was um... just making sure there was nothing else I had to bring for the night." She lied.The erotic thoughts that passed through her mind made her sure that seduction and sex would be part of their stay that night. Being over 40 and having such an active sex life was making her feel younger and loving her man even more. Where a few months ago she thought her married.