Let me take a shower and I'll be ready to take you out dancing." I walked in the living room and saw the vision of loveliness that is my wife of twent...-five years. She might be almost forty-five years old, but she is as lovely and beautiful now as she was when I married her. In fact, I think she has somehow become more beautiful as she aged. She can still wear the cheerleading outfit that she wore in high school and college.She has just descended the stairs, wearing her 'little black dress'. " Surprised, yes. Angry, no!" I glanced around. "Let me shower. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?"Beatrice frowned a bit and said, "I'd like to avoid Frederick's cuisine. I get that all the time. There's a movie..." Okay, do we need to hit it first?" You didn't even ask..." I trust you." I headed for the bathroom -- which was ALSO in a lot better shape than I'd left it! I didn't care what the movie was -- any woman who would come in and spend all day cleaning my place deserved. I set down my armload of books on the floor and nervously reach up to pull a selection off a shelf. Delta of Venus by Anais Nin. I know of this book. I read a few pages once upon a time when I spotted it on the shelf at a friend’s house before guiltily shoving it back when I realized what it contained. I am curious and I begin to read. My heart is racing and I am looking around to make sure no one is nearby, feeling somehow that my interest in such a work of fiction is inappropriate. I would. ?Can I buy you adrink?? I put on my best cultured accent. Problem is that I usually go Britishwhen I do that. Fortunately, she seemed less than horrified at my strangeattempt at class, and chuckled at my offer.?Sure. Bacardi andCoke.? She looked down at her lap as she played with her hair ? classic signsthat she was both submissive and into me. I chuckled as I hailed the bartenderand ordered the drink, before returning to Alexis. She was stunning, no doubtabout it. She was your stereotypical.