He told her his younger brother, a freshman at a nearby college, would be home all week and she could drop off the books. My wife remembered his broth...r as a cute teenage boy who was very shy and uneasy whenever he talked to her. Her former boyfriend said his brother was still very shy and awkward around women. He asked, “Do you remember the pictures we took at the beach last summer?” “Yes,” she said. “There were some pictures of me in my two piece swim suit and some others of me wearing a. And so did I. For the next month or so, every time we’d go somewhere, at Joey’s implicit suggestion, I’d dress in some similar fashion. He never asked outright, he was still too shy for that, but I could see by his reaction that he wanted this to continue. So I accommodated him…and me! I showed more and more flesh in what I wore. More leg, and definitely more boob. Each time we went out, I’d ratchet it up just a teeny bit, so by midsummer, when we went out, Joey had a very sexy young ‘slut’. She even told Jane about our sex life, the things we did, and what worked for us. But nothing that Jane tried or said had any effect on Ron. And then one day my wife took Jane shopping. They hit Victoria's Secret; Frederick's of Hollywood, and a whole bunch of other stores. My wife told me that night that if the outfits they bought didn't get Ron up and keep him up, Jane might as well bury him because he was all ready dead.The next day Jane called and she was in tears. Ron had taken one look at. I secreted it from her and put it in my robe pocket. I paid Ford when he came out of the bath and walked him to the front door. We bade each other good night without any reference to a future meeting.And once again, Sylvia and I returned to our usual routines. With time I discerned that there were subtle differences. We had sex more seldom than before. I assumed it was caused in part by the onset of menopause. I didn’t do much introspection about my own failing interest.But over and over, I.