I don’t mind! You gave me the best gift ever! That Holo of my mother is worth more than I have!”“I sure didn’t like you Eric, but then I don�...�t like anyone! But I think that has changed somewhat. If nothing else you are useful and you do have the heart on the right spot.”He got up from his chair and scratched his head.” Thinking of it, I actually did like that blonde girl, your Mom and you sure have the same critical mind as she had.”“You are not as poor as you think Old Man. You could hook this. Marion, not one to give up, asked again, "How old is he, Billie, he doesn't look like he's even sixteen yet!?!" Billie looked at Bobby and asked him, "How old are you Bobby?" Again in a soft barely audible voice he replied, "I'm eighteen, ma'am." "Eighteen," ridiculed Marion, "you are nuts!!!" Bobby stood perfectly still, looking down at the table, seemingly avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. He was a very handsome young man, dark curly hair, a deep tan, not too tall, and a very. To my delight he agreed and later that evening, in our darkened living room, Michael sat down dressed only in his dressing gown, while I stood in front of him in my tiniest black skirt, blouse wide open to give a more than generous view of my cleavage, seamed black stockings and high heeled black sandals. I walked up and down the room for him, I leaned over in front of him and pouted, I sat on the chair opposite and crossed my legs with a fine *SWISHHHH* sound. And then he reached inside his. It relaxes me so nicely.***Yes darling, I'll take a refill on the coffee. Thanks. Dishes all done? Kitchen tidied up? All ready for work then. Charles? Lift your pant leg a little, would you please? Yes - very good. See? I told you that you'd look much better without those ugly socks you were wearing. These dark blue nylons go very well with your pants.Of course you can ask me something darling. What is it?I wish you hadn't asked me that darling. You want me to go back on my promise to Dorothy?.