By the time he opened the shower stall, Wanda was inside, and steamy water was cascading down on her. Rod stepped into the glass shower enclosure, ogl...ing Wanda unabashedly. ‘Damn, Wanda, you are one helluva good-looking woman!’ he said. Wanda, flushing, handed him the washcloth. ‘Wash my back, Rodney,’ she said. Rod did precisely that, then much, much more. Soon both of them were covered with foamy lather and their hands were gliding over their re-aroused bodies. ‘Man-oh-man!’ Wanda murmured,. “You can still swim,” I told her. “I can loan you a t-shirt.”Tran smiled, and replied, “OK”.I was surprised.Stepping into my apartment, Tran looked around after tossing her purse on a love seat.“This is nice,” she remarked, “And you have this all to yourself?”“Yes,” I replied.Tran was impressed.I disappeared into my bedroom and emerged a moment later with an oversized olive-green Army t-shirt.“You can leave your stuff in the bathroom,” I told her.I quickly changed into my swim trunks. Tran. Once the panties were off, Marge held me out by my shoulders, almost inspecting me. "We do have our little secrets," she said as she brushed a lock of my hair back. I handed the silky underwear back to her and she swept it from my fingers and turned to go."Ta," she looked at me again in an appraising manner that sent a shiver up my spine. "Same time next week." I was tongue tied as she shut the door.Marge came over for coffee that next week. She was her old self chatting away about the. ” It was her turn, and she scowled, but didn’t offer any protest. Then I spoke to the others. “If things go bad in there, don’t worry. I have a trump card I can play. I can only play it once, and I desperately do not want to, but just know that I have it, and let that fact keep you calm.” * * * We made our way into the cave that Saela had led us to, though she turned back at the mouth to wait for us. I do not know what range Valsivale could pluck emotion from, but I hoped this would be far.