It was closed at the top so I couldn't tell if she was wearing anything underneath the robe. However, the bottom couple of buttons on the robe were no... fastened and when she turned to greet me the robe caught against the stove and opened up so that I could see one of her sexy bare legs all the way up to where it entered a pair of white cotton panties. I immediately started to "firm up!" I asked her where everybody was and she said her dad was at work and her mom had gone out to run errands.. We want you to come to tea with us. She likes classical music ... but not opera, very much. Come about five o'clock."I looked at her; she grinned, gave me another peck on the cheek, and left to cross the room to a bookish young man at another table, whose face, when she sat opposite him, lit up like a searchlight. She reached across the table and took his hand, and his expression somehow managed to become even brighter. Their hands parted, he gathered his things, and they left; hand in hand. My. That's not to say that I am physically dirty, because I'm not. I shower every morning and wear clean clothes, but I find myself always drawn to situations that most women would run screaming away from. **My first real cross over from normal to my new fetish happened in Denver. I was there for the week and found myself watching the winos in the parks and wondering if I dared to approach any of them. I had been getting a lot done that week and felt good about my sales quota and wanted to. "Damien seemed to shrink, to draw into himself. "Please, don't force me," he said."I must, Damien," Monica insisted. "You have to show me the power, or face up to the fact that it may not exist." This was harsh, but a breakthrough in the first session was a real possibility. She prepared herself for his collapse when the "power" did not work. Then they could get at his real problem."Please," he said again. "I don't want to do this!" Show me, Damien." She spoke commandingly.Something in her tone.