Naturally, the elevator stopped at every floor on the way down, but that didn't bother her like it did before. This time, she knew that Greg would be ...here waiting for her. Of course, she still felt excited about having lunch with him, and she still couldn't wait to talk with him again. It's just that his time, the anticipation wasn't making her crazy like it did before.Sure enough, he was there waiting for her just like she knew he would be. He was already standing on the curb, ready to open. This is Weena. And this is Patrick." That's a lovely frock," said Weena. Alice was wearing a light blue-grey dress; Martha was wearing a sort of rose-yellow."Thank you," they both said."Gordy, could you take Patrick for a bit? I'd like to talk to Alice and Martha. Girl talk." I took him, he was still babbling. Weena looked at the ladies. "Come with me."WeenaI took the girls into mum's parlour. I'm not sure why I call them girls — they're most likely only three or four years younger than I. We would then bathe quickly and part ways. Over a week of such bliss had passed. On one of those occasions, she had quickly undressed, and whispered in my ear: "Hide. Other women are also coming to bathe this morning". I quickly went back to my hiding spot, just in time before a couple other women came. One was mature, just as Nana, and somewhat thin. The other was young, with a thin body. She assured them they had the pool to themselves, and they took off their dresses. The young woman had. The slow ministrations quick- ly brought her to her own coming which was explosive and sensuous to watch. I never realized how beautiful women look when they come. I hoped Mark thought I looked that good when I came. We fell on the bed together in a tangle of appendages. Mark smoothed my hair back against my scalp and kissed me sweetly on the ear lobe. Then he leaned over and kissed Brenda sweetly on the cheek – as if we were all still just good friends and we hadn’t.