Ipicked out nice slacks and a polo shirt, dark socks and my favoriteloafers.Soon the doorbell rang. My wife had me answer it and I was confrontedwith...a very pretty young lady. She reminded me of Annie, with her trimfigure but somewhat large bust, her sweet face, and pixie haircut. Ihesitated, thrown off balance by how striking she was. My wife must havegotten right behind me because I suddenly felt her hand on my shoulder.She gently moved me aside."Sorry," Annie apologized. "But my husband. Collection of thoughts came slowly. Yet it was an industrial sound from outside that truly startled me out of my stupor!Quickly excusing myself with a hastily written “brb”, I leaped out of my bed bare ass instantly freezing in the cold late autumn temperatures. Scrambling, no time for a better top despite obvious points pressing against cloth, sweats pulled up to cover my ass and slippers donned to protect my feet. A last-second grab for my fuzzy robe only to speed down the hall to the kitchen. Both men had changed back into their T-shirts and shorts once they were back on the Bottoms Up. From the lobby, Jason followed Malcolm out onto the streets of Bridgetown, a small warren of upscale boutiques and downscale tourist traps. “Let’s go in here first and get you guys some shoes,” Malcolm told the teen, pointing at a store across the way.“Lead on, Doctor Jenson.”“Call me Malcolm, and call Caroline by her name, too. We run a pretty informal ship. No need for anything too fancy, although. No need for formalities. All the way we both have been trying to throw our shyness and awkwardness away. Its our first time, so please now you don’t make us feel more awkward.” Tanu said confidently and kept her hand on mine.I got up, locked my front door. I asked both of them to turn around with their back facing me. Both were wearing shalwar kameez. I told them not to freak out whatever I do. I took Preeya’s dupatta and blind folded her, and did the same with Tanu. I kept my hand on their.