In striding forward, Patti's creamy thighs began encroaching upon the lower split in her robe.  She took slow but graceful steps, those mossy eyes unwavering as they regarded the man she so deeply desired.  She'd stop only when their forms brushed much as they had the night before.  Tendrils of chestnut curled about her face and neck, she'd tuck a few rogue locks behind the left ear before planting her hand on his shoulder.  With a gentle grin, then, her other hand drifted out, firm and deft as its fingers promptly encircled her lover's package through his fine trousers.  She squeezed him hard, her grin flaring.  "Why don't you slip this robe off and find out," she whispered to him.