Chapter 530 The Bicyclist>3

• Katrina, on the other hand, was practically naked as she walked away from me wearing only her form-fitting top. Her ass and her legs up to her mid-back were poetry on display as she walked, seemingly without stepping, gliding away. They both entered the house and disappeared from my sight.
• "Whew!" I thought to myself. What's going on? Whatever it was, it was astonishing. I busied myself with stacking some of the remaining dishes and sat back down to finish my glass of wine. I poured the remainder of the bottle into my glass and leaned back on my chair to enjoy the warmth and light of the remainder of the day.
• I must have been lost in relaxation a few minutes when I realized that Sarah and Katrina had not returned to gather the remainder of the dishes. That was a little strange, but they must be rinsing the dishes before loading them into the washer. But Sarah has a habit of clearing all the plates, dishes, and silverware before rinsing any of them; it's more efficient that way, she says.