"Margret just signed, "Fine, I will leave some money in the kitchen for him. Tina, I will leave some for you too so you can get a few things as well."...She then turned and walked out of the room.I stupidly raised my hand, "Do I get any say in this?"Tina and Zoe did this look (that mind-meld thing that must be genetic to all women), and laughed after saying 'No' in unison.Well, who am I to fight against that much estrogen?"We need to get going, Zoe."As we were leaving, I got a hug from Tina. What. I don’t have any interest in young girls either, but there you are, if you write you might understand the thought process.I honestly thought I was in with a chance, but that shows just how wrong first impressions can be. But then I was wrong about almost everything around this time, so much so that looking back I wonder just how I had survived the previous fifty odd years. I guess you’ll want an explanation of that.Me, well I’m what I guess you’d call a bit of a nerd, I mean I was before anyone. To the further amusement of his wife I made him admit that it wasn’t. To increase his embarrassment I also made him explain exactly what he meant, getting him to repeat after me “I can’t get my little white dicklet hard even when a hung black man is feeling up my wife in front of me”. Wendy smiled broadly when I told him that I was going to call him ‘limpet’ from now on because he was sticking to her even though he’d accepted that he couldn’t satisfy her.Wendy was clearly a bit taken aback when. “You can go naked the rest of the night. Check on supper, wash out your uniform for tomorrow and draw a bath for me.” As I turned to go, she reminded me. “Get the paddle back out, too. We will need it later tonight.”Steam rose from the oversized tub as it slowly filled. I poured a generous splash of bath oil under the faucet as Sheila entered the bathroom and peeled off her clothes.In the fifteen years I’d known her I’d never seen Sheila naked. I knew she exercised but I didn’t realize what.