Chapter 11

• Well, this old widowed gentleman is exercising his rapidly failing memory again. This time he's remembering an experience that occurred a few years ago.
• I'd been seeing Judith, a widow with three grown daughters, for about a month when the relationship progressed from the usual dinner and drinks followed by the theater, a movie, a concert, opera, ballet, or some such other cultural event of mutual interest followed by a chaste, goodnight kiss before heading home to a more intimate experience.
• This night, after the play, we'd stopped off at an upscale martini lounge and had maybe one more classic gin martini than we should have. Our conversation at the bar got a tad raunchy as we began making suggestive comments, telling off-color jokes, and generally being more open with our words, whilst allowing more touching than we'd ever done before. Maybe it was the drinks or perhaps the increasing comfort level between a decently attractive and well-kept 60-plus couple, but more than likely I realized that somehow the top two buttons of milady's blouse had become undone offering me a delightful view of the broad expanse of her décolletage. That combined with the very low cut of an exceedingly sexy, lacy bra just about covering her nips managed to arouse my interest and something else as well. I wondered whether the revealing was accidental or intentional on her part. Her next words, as she leaned provocatively forward whilst whispering in my ear, "Shall we go back to my place?" pretty well convinced me that the relationship might just be matched up a notch.