. . ‘ He looked at her by the light of the passing street lights and the instrument panel of the Bentley. ‘I could offer to let you sleep at my pl...ce, you can have one of the guest beds, you can even lock the door if you feel that you cannot trust me to behave myself.’ ‘I don’t have much choice do I?’ Miles showed her where everything was, the en-suite bathroom, the wardrobe where she could hang her dress, a supply of night dresses that she could wear if she chose to, and a robe to put on in. Laughter, love, anger, passion. But now they stared out dull and flat, much like her life, much like her soul, the colour and the luminosity washed away with her dreams by reality. Closing her eyes to the woman staring out at her from the mirror she sat still, listening to the loud silence echoing around the house. Children gone, an empty nest. The clamour of the vibrant noise that once inhabited the now silent home had left with them as they made their own way in the world, their own lives,. Underneath, Celia was wearing pretty lacy, flame coloured nylon lingerie - half-slip, bra', panties and suspender-belt, with shear nylon stockings and plain high heels. Georgie was dressed in delicate creamy satin - again, half-slip, bra', suspenders and stockings, with high heels - but, in place of tight panties, she was wearing a pair of shear, flowing, lace trimmed, loose legged French knickers the sight of which unexpectedly set my blood racing, strengthening my erection to yet greater. As I heard the garage door close, I started up the stairs."Stay down here with us, Mr. Marcus. They're all reruns anyway. I was just going to show Ruthie how to use the computer. Her folks won't buy her one."I took a folding chair and set it up at a distance from the computer table. Sally was trying to demonstrate how to use a mouse, not an easy thing to do with only verbal instruction."Mr. Marcus, could you help us? You know a lot about computers, right?" Yes, Sally, I do." So could you show.