My ex wife decided that she didn’t actually want to meet Greg beforehand, which for her she said made it easier and more exciting. She said that she... didn’t want to risk not liking him, and that she was more comfortable with him being a total stranger to her. In the lead up to this meeting we had invented the scenario that we (she and I) would have a few drinks in the evening, then head to our room to get prepared for the arrival of Greg. I would have secretly met him earlier and passed him a. " "B-but--it's all wrong, and people don't do this sort of thing--I mean- -" "It's already done," she answered, feeling much wiser and older than him. "We've already screwed, so that can't be changed. So why not do it right, with you knowing who I am and loving me for who I am? I'm so hot for more of you, daddy." His eyes warmed as he looked down at her, and Jenny saw him really gaze at her for the first time, seeing her as a ready. Does that work for you?” the spirit proposed.“Very well, Gavin. Nice to give you a name and not something so impersonal as ‘spirit,’ you know,” I admitted my thoughts on the matter.“My sentiments exactly,” Gavin concurred, switching to a posh British accent.“Can you ever ... take corporeal shape?” I wondered now.“Well, theoretically, yes, but why would I?” Gavin answered.“Depends on what one finds appealing, I suppose,” I replied.“Nothing mortal does as yet, at least not to me. Maybe sex, out. I reached over and put on the bra, mybreasts filled the cups and I had a generous cleavage thanks to thedesign of the bra. The padded panty brief followed and I put on thepantyhose. I slowly smoothed down the legs, checking for and nicks orruns.I sat at my vanity checked that my eyebrows had a delightfully femininearch. I then took time with the application of my make up. I had to makesure it was perfect. I went for a subtle slightly understated look. Iapplied the foundation, powder, eye-shadow.