Her soft, smooth, and very firm butt felt so good against my lower abs, hips, and thighs. The smell of her shampoo in my nose. I was in heaven. She in...terrupted my reverie with a simple statement with weighty implications. ‘I don’t ever want to be someone’s trophy wife.’ That was it. Out of the blue, in the silence of my darkened bedroom, she just put that out there. It wasn’t said in anger or frustration or even with any doubt that she could be. My immediate response was going to be to say. " Get some breath freshener or something. I hate alcohol on your breath."He started to put his hand over his mouth, thought better of it andlooked confused as if he didn't know what to do."I think they have mints at the front counter."He got up and got a couple and came back while I settled in. I wasfeeling really bitchy. I got the waiter's eye and got menus while Davewas still fumbling around on his errand. This was almost too easy. Ifhe hadn't looked so cute and befuddled about. She is very warm and friendly, so we hit it off real quick. I started off on my cleaning duties, as I was hired to do. It was time for me to clean the master bathroom and to my surprise guess who was in the shower? I think that she planned it that way. I peek into the bathroom and I could see her naked body thru the shower doors, of course they are crystal clear glass panes. So I can see everything. She is putting on a show for me, I can tell. The way she is sliding the soap over her nicely. “How do we get the nest up to the roof?” the Colonel asked, as we followed the tug back to the low-bed.“There is an elevator,” the Major told us, much to our surprise.“An elevator? That nest weights a ton or more,” the Colonel pointed out.“It’s a very large, heavy duty elevator,” the Major informed us. Luther had stayed with the Eagles and the nest while we had seen to moving the cages.“Do we need to cover the nest while moving it?” he asked. The nest hadn’t been covered while we moved here.