The advert had an illustration of an upmarket swimming-pool scene; attractive people in swimwear lounging by the poolside; a steward serving drinks an...d so forth. I idly imagined Rachel and I among those people at the poolside ... It was like a nickel dropping into the Jukebox ... and the tune began playing.What a lovely way for a mother to share her daughter’s last day of childhood I thought; and later, even Robert thought so too; although unfortunately he would be unable to join us, as he had. Here?" She laughed a bit nervously."I don't see the big deal. I, mean, unless you're..." I paused and swept my hair over my shoulder. "uncomfortable," I finished.She took a deep breath. "No, that's fine, I'll just change here too, I guess." It was quiet once again as we stripped in opposite corners of the room, keeping our backs to each other. I was in my black bra and panties now and wanted to see if she was too. I made the mistake - or perhaps the correct choice - of turning my head to steal. ‘Really? I wasn’t expecting that.’ ‘What were you expecting?’ ‘I’m not sure, something active for sure but. Wow, really? Do you like what you do?’ ‘I do.’ His voiced dropped a little lower. ‘I’ve been with the Cougars since I retired as a player a couple of years ago and coach the wide receivers. ‘ It was no secret he was trying to keep his voice down to avoid other people in the bar from listening to their conversation. For a moment she was glad that she decided to stick around for a few extra. At home, Melanie made a potato cake. It was a real cake baked in the oven,not a pancake. It was served with mushroom and butter sauce and it tastedheavenly.After dinner, we sat on the couch to look through photograph albums. Athome, we had only a few photographs with Mom, Dad and me as well as somepics in Mom's, now Dad's laptop. Here we had three albums full ofphotographs. Some of them were so old that they were still black and whitelike from the time when Dad's parents were still young. Then.