In a flash he removed them from her reach. "Tell me if you honestly didn't notice that the cubicle curtain wasn't fully closed as you changed". She ...truly hadn't. How much had she displayed? No wonder the guys had suddenly congregated in that area. In such small area it was easy to brush the curtain aside. "How dare you peer behind the curtain, is there no end to the shameful attempts to fulfil your hateful lust and voyeurism?" An uncertain glimmer of a smile appeared, then seeing her. The head waiter came over to us, and asked if we would like to join them for a nightcap. We said we would love to and headed to where they were gathered.I sat myself at the bar to enjoy a nice brandy; my wife sat on one of the sofas with a waiter either side. My wife was soon encouraging the waiters to stroke her legs and tits. One of the waiters looked at me for approval, which I gave.Before long they had lain her on a table with her legs over the end. Her dress was around her waist, and a. Damn, I said look comfortable, not drop dead sexy. What the hell?” He grins down at me. “This is the best I can do. I like my comfy, relaxed clothes. Is it doable for whatever we’re doing?” I inquire. “Very much. I’m taking you indoor rock climbing. I figured some physical activity might be fun. You game?” “Huh! I've never been rock climbing, but I sure as hell am willing to try it. Sounds like a lot of fun to me. Besides, who doesn't like some physical activity?” I grin up at him and bump. Was he really as wonderful as she thought? Or when I opened the laptop, would I find the Sergeant Mason that was still living there was someone different than his young widow imagined?“You know I could find out something bad. I’m not suggesting that I will, but what will you do if the husband you remember is not the same as the one I discover?” I asked.“It doesn’t make a difference. Back it all up so I can see it and then wipe the disk and reformat it. I brought all the software. I’m going back.