It was almost eight o'clock when I next woke, Joan had gone and I could hear the radio playing downstairs. I climbed naked from the bed and padded down to the bathroom for a leak, then stared into the mirror for a few minutes, pulled on a bathrobe and trotted downstairs to the kitchen. Joan had already put a mug of coffee at my place at the table and was now at its opposite end, with her head bowed; she wouldn't meet my eye. I noted that the two top buttons of her dressing were unfastened. Interesting... I'd never seen that before; Joan enquired what I wanted to eat and in response to my order for toast she'd moved to prepare it.
As Joan stepped away from the table I caught my breath, those opened buttons were only half the story! Joan's dressing gown now reached barely below her knees an
