Mima drove to the airport alone, leaving an hour before the plane was scheduled to arrive. She told me to stay home, as she had some thinking to do, and also to hide in the spare room closet when they walked into the house. She said she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw me.
She dressed more modestly than she had when she picked me up, though not by much. She wore a sundress that flowed freely with a hemline that spoke more of happy-go-lucky grandma then a steaming vixen, but she couldn't hide her ample breasts and shapely calves, even in the cream colored flats that adorned her feet. She was the vision of comfort with just as hint of sensuality. Or as Waugh would call it "A thin bat's squeak of sexuality." I couldn't see her muscular thighs, but I didn't need to. I had
