After the shower, Mom went into her bedroom and I went into mine. I put on a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She emerged from her bedroom wearing a lightweight housecoat or robe that secured around her waist with a cloth belt. It was a fairly modest piece of clothing compared to what she had worn Wednesday and Thursday evening. At first, I thought I might have been too forward, touching her butt the way I had, but then I realized someone might come to the house and she had to be presentable. She kissed me tenderly in the hallway and we held hands as we went out to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
It was early for dinner, so we prepared a casserole. It would take almost an hour to bake, so it would be ready when we normally ate. We got out a pair of cutting boards and stood next to each
