Please stay and finish your breakfast."He rose from the table and left the room. My head was still spinning. 'What have I gotten myself into?' I finis...hed my breakfast, thanked James, stuck my head into the kitchen and thanked Betty, and went outside. I looked out over the beach. There were people jogging, walking their dogs, or just standing admiring the view. I decided that since I was on vacation, I'd join them.I walked to the back of the property, slipped off my sneakers, descended the. But a couple of weeks ago --after years of me doing her nails -- Christina suddenly starts paintingher own nails? And doing a not-so-great job of it? Odd, don't youthink?"I couldn't respond. But I see Christina hide a little smile. It's likethose times she pushed me on the edge of public exhibitionism.Uncomfortable, and a little embarrassing. But no harm done."And then, this week, you suddenly have to drive her to her appointment? I know you work, too. It seems more logical that she would. She just sat there in just her stockings and garter belt. That was nearly the end for Mike. He had to win the next game or he would be showing everything along with Nan. Bad Luck! Mike lost the last game and dubiously removed his boxers. “Well, my boy that is some tool you are carrying around there,” said Nan, commenting on his hard on. Mike blushed and looked away. “Don’t be shy baby, Nan’s seen a few of those before, maybe not as big,, but I know what to do with one. Why don’t you come. Her name was Mrs. Stephanie Bowley.While Mr. Burlington was making the introductions Mrs. Bowley had crossed her legs, and the hem of her skirt fell back to reveal quite a length of shapely leg.She saw me staring, and hurriedly pulled the skirt back down over her knees, shooting me a look of utter contempt. I felt as if I had been caught trying to peer up the late Queen Mum's kilt."There is a one bedroom flat on the second floor, if you would like to view," she said, in a soft, mellifluous.