’ I rolled my eyes trying to hand the dress back to her. ‘We’ve never even been in this part of town! They don’t know who we are. For all thes... people know we are some old prick’s young tenderonies.’ This time Melanie positioned me so I was facing the mirror. I couldn’t help but laugh. My uncle used the word ‘tenderonie’ when describing the younger women he started courting since my aunt passed away some time ago. ‘Look how good this dress looks on your skin. What people would do to have your. Without thinking too much about it, my hand had already resumed the task of rubbing, squeezing, and stroking myself from flaccid to erect. At the same time I was consciously thinking that this was odd, this was exciting, and this could be a psycho Lorena Bobbitt in my room. I continued stroking and she released the door handle and took a step toward me. Thoughts of odd and exciting were quickly shoved away by thoughts of psycho Lorena Bobbitt. When I stopped stroking and was just looking at her. " She giggled as she watched herhusband turn a little red at the thought.Nick was sure that his wife would have a few laughs at his expense andthat after this trip she would let him go back to the way things werebefore she discovered his "hobby". But her comments on the way to themall and when they pulled into the parking lot made him think otherwise."I think the first thing we are going to do, Nikki dear, is to do someclothes shopping and maybe pick up another pair or two of shoes. Thenmaybe. ” I corrected. “Come sit with me.” I patted the sand next to my towel and he crawled over to sit down. This was exciting; another young, inexperienced man, and I had him all to myself. “Raj,” I said, “Can I ask you a question?” “Of course.” “Are you a virgin?” He nodded, his eyes cast downwards. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of.” “I know, I know Mrs… I mean Irene. But… But I still wish I wasn’t.” I smiled and he glanced at me, holding my gaze for just a second before his eyes returned to my.