<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6c/Wilma_bard.jpg)</div>Wilma stopped at one of the portraits.  It was of a lovely young woman dressed in a style that was out of date before her grandfather's time.<strong>"She was lovely.  Who was she?"</strong>She wasn't sure whether it was right to use past tense, but the outdated fashion caused her to think the woman long dead.  As she looked about the room she wondered just how many companions the man she was with had seen come and go in his long years.<br/><br/>When he held the chair she smiled again, brightly.<strong>"Why thank you, kind sir."</strong>She sat, tilting her head into his hand as he brushed tired old fingers through her hair.  She laughed when he offered to take off her boots, but she lifted her leg, thrusting the fashionably high boot forward for his easy access.  The way her long, full skirt fell down the slit starting at her left hip exposed a whole lot of very bare, very toned female flesh.<strong>"I am all for comfort."</strong>She admitted with wry good humor.