I arrived at Helga's house wearing, as usual, a T shirt and shorts. I saw her watching me through her window. When the door opened, I saw her having on a short robe that reached a couple of inches below her groin. She turned around before I could look at her above the waist and made me follow her, as she attempted to sway her ample butt cheeks. I sat by the table.

The tea and cookies were on the way five minutes later, but my gaze was directed at Helga. Unlike before, she had lipstick on and a touch of makeup. As she was moving toward the table, her...