Quite looking forward to it, although she hoped she would be able to give Stella a maternal hug afterwards and wipe away her tears and then, maybe, ju...t maybe, they would make out in a way she had fantasised for a while. Making love to an older woman was on her bucket list and Stella was the older woman she most desired.Megan decided she would punish Stella and stood up and, glancing at the canes on the dining table, ordered, “Let’s go there,” nodding towards the table.Stella winced as she too. The mirror landscape stood silently and impassively. The place seemed cold, he suddenly felt. There was no character to it, nothing he could know or that he knew of. What sort of place is it that there is no color, except for that steel-blue reflected in the sky? How does one make a living in that world? He wanted to go home. But he couldn’t go all the way back to Mavid, not just yet. He had to search for something familiar if he wanted to keep going. He took in a breath, trying to take in the. Jane and Jonathan found a solitary small table with two seats at the end of a long narrow extension to the lounge bar. They sat with Jane at the very end with her back facing the wall. From where they sat Jane could see everything and everybody in the lounge but only those facing her table from close by had any reciprocal view of them. The small wooden table with their drinks upon it was in front of them and Jonathan was sitting squashed in to Jane's right. To get to their seats involved. "She walked over to my mirror, turned and looked."Damn. Yeah, I see what you mean. Well, I can't reach it. You'll have to do it."I sat there with a wrinkled brow."What do you mean, me?" It's English, Michael, a simple declarative sentence. Follow me," and I followed her into our bathroom and she got her shaving stuff out of the cabinet.I guess I'm shaving my sister's legs up around her butt. She bent over and pulled the suit's leg holes away so I could get under the area where her suit would.