A bit scared," she confessed in a hushed whisper,"that this is all a dream, and I'm going to wake up back home with Maand Liz yelling at me." Would yo... like me to sit with you for a few minutes?"Tommi tried to nod, but her head felt strangely heavy. "Please," sheanswered. Ronnie's hand gently stroking her cheek and Ronnie'ssoothing words quickly worked their magic. Within minutes, Tommidrifted off to sleep, and unlike previous nights, it was the sort ofpeaceful sleep that she hadn't. Gramma got to appreciate the outdoors in a whole new way. She would wear a loose skirt commando and they would take advantage of private places along the trails or beaches or wherever to knock off a piece or at least a few dips.One time, on their way home she asked, “How’d you get to be such a good lover?”“Suzie [his late wife] taught me practically everything I’ve shown you. No one else knows this but she paid for her degree as a weekend escort. I didn’t learn that until we’d been married a. Molly answered the door. "Hi, Beth, step in," she said.Beth was surprised at Molly's appearance. She had a drink in her hand, her hair was mussed, her lipstick smudged, her slacks a size too tight, and her blouse transparent. She'd never seen Molly in a see- through blouse and no bra before. She was usually so chic.Before Beth could answer, Doc stepped into the hall. He came over and took the briefcase.Another man, one whom Beth had seen in the office several times, stuck his head into the. If she'dhad even the slightest suspicion, she'd never dropped so much as asingle hint. For my part, I'd been meticulously thorough in covering mytracks for more than a decade. It was an obsession which bordered onparanoia."How did ... how did you find out?" I stammered in a breathless, little-girl lisp."Don't play coy," she answered, seemingly oblivious of my risinghysteria, "you've been raiding my wardrobe for years now."She halted a few feet away, hands planted resolutely on her.