Are you chickening out? You're already dressed like atomboy, so you're kind of halfway there anyway." Err..."I couldn't chicken out after all I'd say.... And she was right, I was alreadyhalfway there anyway."Perfect! I'll go find something."I'd not even said anything.A few minutes later, I was standing in front of a mirror. I was wearingpink sandals and a white summer dress and, yes, panties. As I was a littletaller than Leslie, I was showing a bit more leg than she would. With myshort hair and so. She would be a very sexy package if she would only take care of herself. Her hair was always in disarray like she had just finished a Marathon run. She dressed in a nondescript way as if she wanted to disappear into the crowd before someone noticed her. She was a widow; her husband had died in a car wreck three years ago while they were in the middle of their divorce proceedings. When we met she had a distinct aura of 'leave me alone' around her. Frances had not made a great impression on. She was well rested, but there was a slight ache between her legs and in her throat. She couldn't remember where she was. Where were her clothes? She never went to bed without clothes. Where were her clothes? She rolled over to take a look at her surroundings.On the table next to the massive bed she was in was a vase with a single red rose, a carafe of coffee, a pair of drawstring gym shorts and a tee shirt. A note was on the tray. "I am out at the pool. Come on out when you wake, and I'll fix. My, there were some surprises in there! Anyway, I used an imaginary pen to slightly modify the plans. I drew a waterline between the pool at the bottom of the well leading to the cistern, then an overflow line back to the well. It would slowly fill, and when the overflow line started to run the supply line would quiesce. Next, I ran a second line from the cistern to the sink, where I fiddled about and using a Kohler faucet as a model, got a working mixing manifold with two valves installed. I.