Bellas mother, had been a very beautiful woman of dutch decent. Her hair had fell down her back in ringlets of auburn chestnut and she smelled of the ...roses in which she planted. Bella was named after her mother, and her uncle told her often how she looked so much like her. Sighing Bella looked over at the door, the maid would be there any moment to announce supper. The only time she ever spent with her uncle anymore, he had recently married a french woman by the name of Anne-Elisabeth Pierpont,. "Please sit down Roger, Diane get Roger here a glass for his wine," Tom says, as if he is in control of the house now. He is acting like the husband, giving me orders and things to do. I leave and return to the kitchen, wondering what is happening. I mean now I am here, dressed as the maid, I have 2 men here and my wife is totally enjoying herself. She is beaming, glowing, like a sexual glow. She has not taken her hand off Tom's thigh, only to shake hands with Roger. I walk in and they are. "Turn around."She spins like a top, pirouetting to display her backside. It is so erotically appealing, such a tender and inviting prize of plump, rounded flesh. I want to rip her dainty red thong off and use her at once, so excited am I by my young mistress! But I refrain. The afternoon is long. I merely pat her briskly and pull her into my lap.As she sits squirming in my lap, I let my hand slope over her thigh and cup the small bulge in the red thong. "And how is Lyle today, Lily?" I. Emily carried her up to her room and tucked her into bed before drifting off to sleep beneath the Little Dipper.***The next day Emily found it difficult to stay focused in class. A lot of the material was new to her, but she just wasn't interested. Her mind was busy analyzing what Katie told her the night before.If getting older was about trading old things for new ones, what about getting younger? Was she trading new things for old ones? Were the old ones really old if she didn't remember.