Pouring, she commented, “Typical male. Roll over and go to sleep. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”I threw a small pillow (What do you call those thi...gs they put on couches, anyway?) at her and missed. Elyse simply laughed and picked it up. Bringing it and her coffee over, she tossed it next to me and bent over, kissing my bald spot. I would have grabbed her, but she’d have dumped hot coffee in my lap.“Are you making fun of my hair?” I asked.“Just your lack of it,” she laughed, skipping out of arm. Brigitte was holding her napkin to her mouth in an obvious attempt to stifle giggles.“Should you be asking that Bridget. It is private you know,” Lady Clevedon intervened.“Nnnn ... No!” Jake stuttered. “No, I ... I haven’t had time.” his forkful of food still hovering just short of his mouth.“You appear to be causing Mr White some discomfort,” admonished Lady Clevedon.“But Mama, I was only enquiring out of interest in case Lydia had health problems,” replied Lady Bridget, innocently.“Then I. .. it makes me feel a lot better to know that things are going to be OK for all of us!" She stood and handed the letter back to Megan so she could put it away and then moved to stand next to her at the mirror. "Now ... let's figure out what to do with your hair for tonight!" she exclaimed excitedly as they smiled at each other in the mirror.Charles and Diana Richards and Jon and Barbara North watched their kids as they swayed together on the dance floor of the restaurant and nightclub where. " I leered back at her."If that means you are planning on ravishing me, I'm all for it," she answered.With our arms around each other we headed to the kitchen where I made omelets while Judy heated us some hot tea and made toast. We carried the plates and mugs back to the bedroom where this time we sat at a small table near the fireplace and we found we did like doing these things nude also. (Besides looking, I also liked being able to run my hand up and down her bare thighs while we ate.)When.