I look at my reflection in the mirror, and notice that the kimono barely covers my ass, and just covers my tits. But there is no chance of changing ba...k into my clothes as Arthur walks back in. I follow him into a room with three chairs and introduce me to his son, James. I am then ordered to sit in the middle chair, and I do.“We don’t have much time, and a lot to do.” Arthur remarks to James.“Let’s get started then.” James says, and pushes his hands between my legs.I say a quick prayer, I am. Part of me, fearful at the complications this might cause.“Claire honey, I feel the same. I’m not going to lie to you. I’ve dated and had sex with plenty of women since I got back on my feet after my wife left me. But ever since we started texting and chatting, this has felt different. It’s like we’ve got a special connection. And I have to be honest with you, Claire. I’ve not felt that way about anyone else after my wife.”Jason paused and looked intently at me to judge my reaction. I. "Well it was more than I had or even more than most kids had so it was a start as I pinched the corner of my mouth thinking about how to work a solution. Finally it came to me though I figured I might get slapped in the process. Looking her in her sparkling blue eyes, I offered, "How about this, first you never talk about this deal with anyone. If anyone suspects anything we are done. Second you say that you have five thousand dollars; if that is true then that will be the down payment for me. Otherwise, it was a nice day.”I sat back down. “You didn’t have to worry about me.”“But I do. I need to get changed into something more comfortable.” She stood, found whatever clothing she needed from her suitcase, and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower start and stop, and then the sound of a hair dryer. When she came out, she had on a nightshirt that fell to just below her knees, and colorful ankle socks. “That’s much better,” she sighed.“You’ve had a long day.”“Any day I can.