Misha left the shop with her multi-choices ticket. Although she was less worried than before about the total amount of the bet, she had spent too much and she knew it.Bob’s shopping list mainly consisted of whisky, bread and meat, but she did a full shop. She wanted to have a large option available if she were to look after him. She selected luxury items she was going to use to treat him well.Picking him up some quality new slippers and a soft, expensive dressing gown. She bought two bottles of his aftershave; she assumed it was his favourite as it was the only one she had found during her cleaning duties.Misha returned to Bob’s home after stopping by the chemist to get his prescription.She parked in her own drive and struggled with the bags back over to Bob’s door. She used the key for the first time and the running about was all worth it, for that alone.She managed to get the bags into the kitchen in one trip.She returned, unsurprised to find him, cute as ever, in the same position he’d been in when she left.”Listen here, mister, I have bone to pick with you!” She stood in front of him all business-like.He roused from his chair with more expression on his face than she had seen from him before.”Yes, dear.”Oh, how that pet name for her pushed her buttons!She pressed on, “I ran about all over town for you.” Her hands were on her hips, elbows pointing away from her side.In her hand, he saw a slip. And in the other a small white paper bag, his medical prescription.”Yes, and I appreciate it… my dear,” he emphasized the last part.She eased upon hearing it, her hip cocking to one side and her posture relaxing slightly as the tension left her body.”Well, I picked up this,” she held out the bag, “and guess isveçbahis what?”He said nothing.”Well, I go and find out you’ve been telling me lies. Me, who has cooked and ironed for you.”He looked at the woman in front of him dressed in his late wife’s Linda’s clothes; they hung too big from her petite blonde frame.”Did you think you could get away with it?” she accused.She took a breath through the silence.”Well did you, Bob?”He remained silent.”Well, did you? This is a big thing.” She handed him the paper bag.”You fibber,” she gently chided. “Why didn’t you tell me the truth?”She sat in his lap again like before, her arms on his shoulders. She nodded to the bag. “The chemist…””Yeah?” He slightly relaxed.”The chemist asks for address and date of birth. You told me you were sixty-six this year.” She kissed him on the forehead.”Oh right,” he breathed a massive sigh of relief.”I go and find out you’re seventy-two next week.” She kissed him again, tenderly.”Why didn’t you tell me that?””I wanted to make myself more appealing to you, my dear.” He regained his composure after his near heart attack. “Does it make a difference to you?””No fucking way, babe!” She leaned down and kissed him on the mouth with open lips, her tongue licking his lips before her mouth closed, engulfing his own.”But this means we have to organise a special night for your birthday…” Reluctantly pulling her lips from his to speak.”I don’t want a big fuss.”She took a hold of his chin in her hand and looked into his eyes. “My man is having a special birthday when it comes.”She left the warmth of his lap and went to the kitchen, returning with her purchases.She handed him the betting slip.”Jeez, that’s a lot of bets! I was only isveçbahis giriş wanting a five-spot accumulator on,” he said, scanning the slip.”Well, I just got so confused in my pretty little blonde head and didn’t know what to get. You can teach me when we’re watching it together later.” She teased a sultry bimbo pose.She dropped to her knees and at his feet, she lifted his foot and removed the old slipper. Then she rolled off his once-white sock, she realised this was the first time she had seen his feet; she made a note she would need to trim his nails, soon.She kissed the top of his foot, traced her tongue along it before kissing his toes. He squirmed in his chair.”Is my big Bob ticklish?” she teased.She wrapped her lips over his big toe before removing it when he flinched again.Un-wrapping the new slippers, she then slipped them snuggly on his feet. “How do they feel, handsome?””Nice.” He said as he wiggled his toes inside them.Handing him the robe. “Why don’t you get washed, then slip that on and come back. I’ll put the shopping away then slip into something more comfortable; then we can settle in for your first race.”Bob offered no argument and he was on his way.Misha went back to the kitchen and put the shopping away before going to the bedroom and dressing in a fine satin nightgown she found. It was a wine colour that didn’t really appeal to her and it hung almost to her ankles, but she loved the feel against her skin.She walked barefoot from the bedroom to the kitchen; she placed freshly made sandwiches and two cups of tea on a tray and brought it through to the table just as Bob was returning, dressed in the new housecoat.”Looking good, babe,” she admired him as she stood holding isveçbahis yeni giriş the tray. She imagined him naked underneath and fresh from the bath.She waited for him to sit before placing the tray on the table. She took her seat on the edge of the sofa next to his chair.He reached into the bag and pulled out two boxes.”More presents!” He held them up.”I could see your cologne was running low, so I picked you one up. It took me three different tries in different shops, but I found it; one is for Ken, by the way. If you are making me still live with him, the least I can do is have him smell almost as tasty as you!” She handed him his plate with the sandwich.He bit into it without another word and switched on his racing channel.Misha was content to sit there all day if need be, and she finished her own lunch. She tidied the plates away and gave him his tea before sitting back down.”What would you like for your birthday, babe?””Whatever.””How about a nice new watch?” She wanted him to have something nice.”Sure.””It’s our first big celebration together; how about a weekend away together, in a nice hotel in a nice place?” She reached over to hold his thigh, “…not that we would get out to see the sites much, though.””Maybe in a couple of days, once we bring Ken on board,” he said.”And when does this plan start?” she impatiently asked.”Well, I did have— ah… fiddle around last night in the shed. I think we can be good to test it tonight.” He then sipped from his cup.Misha knelt at his side. “Let me know what you need me to do.””Nothing, really. I just want you to have the radio in your kitchen turned on when he gets home. Keep him there for as long as you can; then, for as long as you can, have it on in the bedroom before bed.”She looked at him, “That’s it?””Yep.”The rest of the afternoon Misha found herself more interested in the racing than she would have thought. She learned lots, even just taking notes over the course of the afternoon.