We stopped for a rest, sitting on a bench and Mum took out the bananas and chocolate spray mousse she'd bought. Mum was looking around at the men, smi...ing at the wolf whistles she got. She peeled her banana and as she sprayed chocolate mousse on the end, she casually told me she had to see Mr Miller the optician today. There was a big blob of chocolate on the end of her banana, and she explained she had run up a bill again to him. She said she needed better spectacles, she wanted gold rimmed. Curtains of peacock silk were bunched in the corners. At least she could enjoy that and perhaps with enough energy from rest she could venture out tomorrow.The sun was close to setting as Margaret sat staring out blindly, a room service whisky sour seemed appropriate for the location so she gently sipped on it and hugged the one leg she had up on the seat. Her body was as rested as it had been in a long time. No aches, no pains to speak of. She needed this downtime from her usual busy life.. You slide your fingers in the waist band of my skirt and slowly tug it down until it falls to the floor. I step out of it and kind of kick it away. Your fingers are sliding under my shirt and tugging it upwards as you go. When it reaches my breasts you can see your going to need both hands to remove it. You look into my eyes and silently ask me to keep my hands where they are. I do as you ask and keep my hands above my head. You slide my shirt up over my breasts and then completely off. I can. "Honey, there was a lot more. Fromfavoring colorful jockey shorts to selecting the best skin care products.My suspicions kept growing, but then something totally gave you away." What?" I was in a daze, glad that she the revelation hadn't sent herinto fits of anger, as I'd always feared. But I still didn't know wherethis was leading."The panties you had hidden under your old yearbooks, in the back of thecloset, in a plastic storage box. I was thinking of having that pictureof you, standing by.