E.X.I. t-shirt and her flip-flops. The soft pocket between her legs was still a bit steamy; her smooth naked skin still tingling from the massage and... the sexed-up ministrations of a girl she now knew as Anne. Outside the first door was the spa lobby, then the doors onto to the parkway, then the door of an Uber with a cool driver waiting. Tricia took a deep breath. Ditch the flip flops, she told herself and just stride right through, into the Uber outside on the sidewalk. Just like a rock. "Becky smiled nervously as she removed Bev's tiny skirt. But she answered, "It's very sexy."I don't think she really wanted to go where people would see her in it.As soon as Becky finished undressing her, Bev sat down on the end of the sofa near my recliner. She was close enough that I could just about reach out and touch her. She picked up the bowl of strawberries and asked, "Are you hungry?"Becky blushed and glanced at me for a fraction of a second. She has been divorced for quite some time. It’s gorgeous and he insists she put it on straight away. She takes it back to her closet. It’s a silly modesty that compels her to close the door. But when she sees him watching her, she stops. He is impassive, but she suddenly feels the pressure of his judgement. She knows she can close the door. No judgement. Everything is choices, right? But is it really her choice she’s making? Or is it the rules of civil society that were forced on her before she got here that are making her close the. I wish we had some."Frank adds, "Well after the feral hogs found our camp last night by the smell of our food, I would hate to be the ones cooking bacon today because that smell will attract every animal for miles."My stomach growls again and I whine, "Well I still wish we had some."I get up, stretch, catch my husband watching me and accuse him with a grin, "I know exactly what's on that lecherous mind of yours."He grins back and declares, "Hey, we're married so it's not lecherous."I get ready.