Jim and Joann sat down to eat. She was terribly frustrated so she opened a bottle of wine. Halfway through dinner she asked Jim to open another bottle..., as he did he poured her a glass and put some in a glass for himself. The wine was doing its job she was relaxed, she just shrugged as he sat back down. “Honey earlier I heard one of the guys call me a MILF, what exactly is that”? She had a wicked smile on her face as her son started to squirm in his chair. ”Mom the guys are assholes don’t pay. But he’s turned out to be ... pretty much exactly what I need right now ... I think. I should know for sure by the time this week in Milan is over.”Jazz leaned in and asked quietly. “Why? What’s happening this week?”“I don’t know. I’m leaving that up to Nick. He’s far more imaginative than I am.” Pilar smirked at Jazz’s widened eyes. “But, that does lead to a favor I want to ask.”Jazz caught her breath, then lowered her eyes. “All right. I owe you a few.”Something about her cousin’s reaction. Then I heard a reaction from the crowd like I had broken a rule or something as I stepped into the clear area around the white dancer, but it quieted quickly as they realized we were moving closer and closer like we had danced together before. Our moves weren’t synchronized, but following the beat of the music, they were complimentary. We circled around the clear area, slowly getting closer and closer. I don’t know if either of us blinked, but I know damn well we never looked at anyone else. It. The excitement on my part was incredible, I watched as she slowly and modestly undressed. She stood before me, and watched me for signs of disgust. I said what I thought, ‘You look beautiful to me, and that’s what matters.’ I didn’t lie, she was at that moment in time the most beautiful woman I could think of. All the others before here were gorgeous in their own right. But the way Shela presented herself to me made her special. I moved over and made more room for her. She climbed on the bed.