Jim stood frozen as she picked up the butter and put it back on the counter. Then she turned and saw him.

She must have known by the look on his face what he had seen, but she looked directly at him with a half-smile.

"It was the last damned butter in the house!" she said.

He swallowed hard.

"Want me to run out and get some more?"

"No. I'll let Karl pick some up on his way home. I'll use shortening for the cake. I just hate to have to clean up this greasy mess," she said indicating where the remnants of the but- ter showed clearly on the floor.

Taking a cloth from the counter, she turned again to bend down and wipe the floor, and again her robe slipped up to expose her behind. Jim's eyes opened wide as he watched.

"How does it look?" she asked him.

He stood tongue-tied.

"The floor," she said. "Did I get it all?"

"Yeah!" Jim answered. "It looks good. Real Good."

Katie burst into a fit of laughter.

"You're something else," she roared. "Wait 'til Karl hears this one!"

Jim was mortified. He never intended to spy on the woman, let alone get involved in a confrontation with her husband.

"I...I'm sorry!" he stammered. "I just wanted a drink. I didn't mean to..."

"Oh, Jim!" she laughed. "Don't worry. You don't know Karl. He'll get as big a kick out of it as I do. You've got to be the shiest man I've ever seen! And besides, I'm kind of flattered you liked looking at me. You did, didn't you?"

"Well, sure. I guess," Jim stammered. "I'm a little con- fused, Katie. What's going on?"

"Don't be. Sit down," she said as she poured a soda for him. "You've been here almost four months and you haven't been out of ....This bisexual story continues HERE