Jeff Meets Gerty Part 1 free porn video

I pull into the driveway on my '91 Sporty 1200, having finished a two-hundred-fifty mile ride. I wonder whose car that is as I admire the '89 Lincoln town car, black with a white carriage top roof. I am feeling great but have no idea I will be feeling even better. Sitting at the table with Mom is a fine looking woman, probably in her mid-fifties. Just the way she is dressed gives me quite pleasant thoughts.

Two-inch patent black heels with bows, a black skirt with a three-inch patent black alligator belt, white blouse with a ruffled v-neck. Her hair is grey with a bun and across her well-filled blouse, hanging by a chain of small pearls, is a pair of silver half-moon glasses. The way the sunlight from the window sparkles in them sends a good bit of voltage down to my loins giving me a nice feeling.

"Jeff, this is my friend Gerty. She will be staying here for a week while her place gets remodeled. She has a key and will be coming and going as she needs to and will be cooking if she wants and watching t.v. in the living room."

"Well, hello, Gerty," I say as I extend my hand.

"Hello, Jeff. Joyce tells me you are an apprentice electrician, and that you take it very seriously."

"Yes Gerty, I like it very much."

"So, your hobby is riding a motorcycle?"

"Yes that, and music; piano, really."

Gerty seems suddenly quite interested. "Do you have a piano, as I did not see one here?"

"No, I have a good-sounding Yamaha keyboard."

For whatever reason, she takes her glasses and beaded chain and puts them on the table.

"Where is the ladies' room?"

"Down the hall on the left."  Mom says as she goes into the garage with a load of laundry.

From where I sit I see her halves are full of smudges. I take a clean hanky and cleaned her glasses. Having noticed exactly where they sit, I try them, even putting the beads over the back of my neck and I look through to see if I missed any smudges. Clean and sparkling, I put them back as she left them.

Gerty comes back and sits where she was. She puts the beaded chain back over her head and seems for a few seconds to look at her glasses, wondering if something about them had changed.

"So Jeff, what kind of music do you like? Led Zepplin?"

"Well, I do like the Stairway to Heaven, but frankly I go more for Chopin's etude opus ten number three."

"Oh Jeff that is a beautiful piece of music, how on God's green earth did you come across that?"

"I got tired of all the regular stuff and surfed the radio dial for something different. Gerty, the Moonlight Sonata is hauntingly
eerie, but I like it and Chopin's opus nine number two, and fantasy impromptu."

Mom comes back in from the garage and I hear the washing machine filling up.

"Joyce, Jeff is quite deep for his age, did you know that?"

"In what way?"

"He knows something about classical music. I mean for a biker to like classical, that is so different."

"He's a great son, rather private, likes to read a lot and, loves Columbo and other mystery movies."

"I wonder, Joyce, does this house have magical powers?"

"No, Gert, I do. I walk down the street, and street lights come on. Maybe because my son wants to be, as they call them in England,
'a Sparky'."

"No that's not it. My glasses needed cleaning, I just don't remember cleaning them."

"Maybe you have something on your mind, about the remodel job?

"No, that's not it. If I did clean my glasses I cleaned them better than ever. There's something about that."

"Well if you don't remember, maybe you used a special cloth just for glasses? I have seen them and used them at times, much better than the paper towels we use."

Mom did supper, franks n' beans as well as brown bread, and it was great. I'm bushed, lots of fresh air on that ride I had today. I watched a bit t.v. with Mom and Gerty then hit the sack.

My mind is so on Gerty, something very nice there and I like it. The way she dresses, talks... I mean, I have met people who in a matter of a couple of minutes I knew I did not or would not like. So it has to work the other way, am I right?'

Maybe it was too much ketchup on the beans but at two in the morning I get up and get a drink of Gatorade. As I am getting the drink, I can not believe I see Gerty's half-glasses on the counter. I hold them to the low watts stove light and see they are again smudged. Sheeesh Gerty, I think to myself, what are ya doing ta these sweet glasses?

I try her sweet gold half-glasses, getting an erection, Yeah something about Gert gets me turned on. I drag those sweet halfs under my balls and thought of wrapping the beaded chain around my cock, but I don't as Gerty could have a problem seeing a pubic hair there. I make sure her glasses are buffed up and sparkling and put them back as I know they were.

It is a bright sunny Sunday; I dress and go into the kitchen to make some breakfast, Mom is reading the paper and sipping her coffee.

"Morning, Jeff! How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good, right through, a good ride does that."

"How many miles did you go?"

"Two hundred-fifty."

"Yes, I suppose that'll do it".

Something gave me the idea she was not fully believing this. "Something wrong, Mom?"

"No."

"You sure about that, Mom?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well, it sounded like a questionable no."

"What is a questionable no?" Mom asks, with what might be a bit of worry. Like all of a sudden, a NO is not a full no?

"Sounds like you have something on your mind, that's all."

"No I'm good, Jeff, I think you're watching too much Columbo."

"Could be Mom, little mannerisms, a slight change in voice. He picks up on all that."

So, Jeff, what do you think of Gerty?

"Frankly I have been thinking about her since I met her."

"She really is a nice woman and a great friend."

"I think so, very much. Mom, we talked a little; she comes across as demure and I think she is well educated with a good amount of
culture."

"Do you already know her, like before yesterday?"

"No, Mom, yesterday was the first time."

"Really?"

"Yes, Mom." I only said what I thought, not knowing how much truth is in it.

"If you could know the stock market like you know people. I mean you summed Gerty up very accurately. What do you like the best about Gerty?"

"I wish I could say, Mom, sort of like a medley of great pieces of classical music, no matter what you pick, your gonna pick a great
piece."

"I think you like Gerty a great deal more than you are letting on, you know that, right?"

"Well, I guess I do now."

I am doing up some roast beast hash and eggs in my non-stick cast iron skillet.

"Would you like some hash an eggs, Mom?"

"No, thanks for asking though."

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Why is it Gert's not married?"

"How do you know she's not married?"

Mom asks as she looks at me over the tops of her brown half-glasses I have not seen in a while. These are the half-round with a high bridge. I knew a switchboard operator who wore this style of half-glasses; she turned me on whenever I saw her.

I wonder why it is that Mom is wearing her reading glasses again. Just after I cleaned Gerty's half's twice now, if I clean Mom's, she will know Gerty did not and both will have to figure I have been doing that.

"Probably because I saw no ring on her finger."

"Jeff, you were looking for a ring?"

"Yup, and glad I did not, to be quite frank I could love having Gerty as my wife."

Mom sits there looking at me over the tops of her reading glasses; the look is thoughtful. Her chin sits on her thumb and forefinger.

"I think this is very sweet, but you don't know much about her in a lot of little ways."

"Ben Franklin didn't know much about lightning, but he was confident enough to want to learn about it... I'd love to be a
great friend of hers, and maybe see if she likes the idea of marriage in a year or two. So where is she now?"

"She went to church."

"That's nice. If we were married I'd go to church with her."

"Somehow, I knew you liked her a lot, Jeff. You'd really go to church with Gerty if you were married?"

"Yeah, I'd be very glad to..."

"I didn't think you liked going to church at all. Gert really has a positive effect on you and I like that."

"Well, I mean when one marries, they marry through God anyway? Right?"

"Jeff, why wait till you get married? Maybe Gerty would like it if she had someone to go to church with?"

"Does she go every week?"

"I don't think so, every other week maybe."

"I think maybe I might be thinking and going too fast. Goin' sixty through the town's not the best of ideas."

"As I said, she is a great friend, and I would be very angry if anyone hurt her."

"Mom, I know what you mean. Some people just have a wonderful way of looking at life and Gerty is one of them."

My hash an eggs are done and I sit at the table across from mom and ask her, "Mom, I really like your friend Gerty a lot. What is
the best way to get to see her more often?"

"Well, she likes to walk along the canal at times, on weekends when there is a bit of a nip in the air and when it is warmer. That
would be great for you since you like to watch trains go over the railroad bridge. If she mentions going there, I'll let you know...
just let it come across as a coincidence."

"I get it, Mom, if she sees me and says, 'Fancy meeting you here' I'll say, 'I come here  a lot to see the trains go over the bridge'."

By this time, Gert is back from church, and Mom asks what she is going to do today and she says just going to watch t.v. and read the paper. Mom says she is going out to do a few things.

"Think I'll get a cup of coffee first." says Gert.

I holler, "See ya's later."

What I do is to go to the garage from the kitchen door, come into the living room through door very quietly. That is why the bike was running, clean her half-glasses with the doo-rag and slip back out the front door got on the snorty and roar off

I return a few hours later and come into the kitchen through the garage. Good. Gert's in the kitchen reading the paper. In my mind, Gerty can't associate her glasses being cleaned by me when I left as she heard,"see ya's" and heard the door close, not knowing I came back into the house through the front door.

Maybe she is trying to tell me something as she looks at me over the tops of her half-rounds and says, "Hello, Jeff," an octave lower; it seems to her usual voice. Sometimes, or quite often maybe, a person can really pick up on something a bit different just by the subtleties, in this case the slightly lower voice.

"It seems there is a friendly ghost around here." She says. "What do you think of that?"

"I have no problem with that, Gerty."

"You believe in ghosts?"

"I don't know enough about those things to say they do or do not exist."

"You are very honest, Jeff."

All the while she is looking at me over the tops. Her glasses are so spotless and sparkling, I am getting hard.

"Gert, electricity is a science, and I love science, I try to go by facts and at times I don't know all the facts, then things can seem weird."

"Jeff, do you believe in the supernatural?"

"Like what, Gert?"

"Oh, say knowing things when there is no way you should know?"

"Very much so."

"Really?"

"Yup, knowin' there's bad news before I pick up the phone, that happened twice. Opening an office door and knowing there were
no storage lockers available before it was actually told to me, and knowing the picture on an item before I opened it."

"Are you serious?"

"Oh yes, Gerty, very. Shakespeare said 'there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy of things,
or something very similar to that meaning our knowledge is limited."

"You know a lot, Jeff.  I like that."

That is a very nice complement Gert gave me. She, it seems, has great respect for knowledge.

Mom made a nice supper of stew beef and gravy over taters with gingered carrots and salad. Later we watched 'Scent of a Woman', with Al Pacino. Although I had two good portions of supper, I was hungry; well, for something sweet. Mom and Gert were sleeping when I looked in the fridge for some sort of sweet thing.
 
Was it really to get a sweet thing or were Gert's half-glasses somewhere in the back of my mind? I will never know, but there they are on the counter looking smudged, but not as bad as at other times. I take her gold half-rounds and stroke my balls with them; in my mind, Gerty is doing that as she wears a pair of half-square style and goes down on my rod. I make sure her glasses are spotless and looking like new and put them back as I found them, then head back to sleep

The alarm rings at six and I am shortly washed and dressed for work. I go into the kitchen to make breakfast and Gerty's sitting there with her coffee and a paperback novel from Danielle Steele. She takes off her glasses but leaves the beaded chain of pearls still around the back of her neck. She has her half's hanging from the temple on her thumb and has them softly swinging. I like the way the light of the kitchen is seen in them, through a part of their swing, like they are smiling at me saying in their own way,"Thanks for keeping Gerty's half's sparkling."

"Mornin' Gerty!"

"Morning, Jeff, and how are you today?"

"Oh, pretty good."

"What will you be doing today?"

"A few service changeovers, sixty amps to at least a hundred."

"What are amps anyway?" she asks me.

"Amount of electricity; like that is why a waffle iron cord is thicker than one for a sixty-watt table lamp, yet the waffle iron cord is not as big as a clothes dryer cord and a stove or range cord is even heavier."

"Thanks, Jeff, you explained it very well."

All the while I was explaining and talking, she had her sweet half's dangling from her thumb. So I got my breakfast then headed off to work.

It was a long day, working in a cellar putting in a new service entrance panel, and I had to run out and do an emergency call. No one was living at the house for a few days so I was able to skip out and do that other call that took a few hours. I got home, cold, tired and hungry. I was hoping there would be beef and mashed left but it was gone.

I go in to take a shower and what are on the vanity? Ah haa, Gert's glasses, beads too of course. Her car is not here so I don't think she is. If her car was here I could assume she was snoozing. So I throw the beads over the back of my neck and see how many spots are on them, as well as smudges. I take out my trusty bandana and once again clean her sweet glasses and had them sitting on the chain of dainty pearls, as she left them.

I decided to wash up an go get a big-ass meatball submarine sandwich and bring it back to the house. I did so. Gerty was here before I got back from the sub shop so she does not know I came home first, yet her half-glasses are sparkling clean.

"Hi Jeff, you just get home?" Gert is standing there with her thumbs up by what looks like a nice pair of 48D's, her thumbs flicking the beaded chain for her half-glasses and they are catching the light of the room.

"Yeah, long day, Gerty, doing a service change-over to hundred amps and I had to run out to do an emergency run. I wasn't sure if the stew beef gravy was still around which would o' been great so I picked up a meatball sub." Now she is looking at me with her chin on her thumb and forefinger, still flicking that beaded eyeglass chain and her half's still catching the light when the chain gets flicked.

"Well, it seems the ghost is still around... He is a friendly one though. I wonder if he would follow me to my place after it's all fixed up, what do you think, Jeff?"

"I don't know Gert, maybe you have to invite him."

"How do you know it's a him?" Gert asked.

"You're the one who said, 'He is a friendly one though'."

"I don't for sure but I saw 'Ghost' with Whoopi Goldberg, and the ghost in the subway was a male, that is the only way I could think of it."

"Oh, Gerty?"

"Yes?"

"There was that old sea captain, on the t.v. for a while. 'The Ghost and Mrs. Muir'."

Somehow I am starting to think Gerty thinks I am that ghost. Did I get myself into something I shouldn't have? If or more likely when she does, will she be upset with me for touching or messing with her things? This cleaning her half's is, of course, gonna stop when she gets back to her place, then by the absence of clean and sparkling halfs, she will know it was me cleaning them. It is what it is. She may pull some Columbo logic on me to find out.

The alarm clock rings. Another day of work, I am dressed and go to the kitchen to make up some hash an eggs, "Mornin' Gerty! care for some hash and eggs?"

"Yes, thank you."

"You're very welcome."

"Are you doing that other service change-over today?"

Gert sure pays attention to what I say; said I was doing two service jobs yesterday but got one done due to the emergency call... I don't think anything is gonna slip by Gerty at all.

"Maybe Gerty; they had me on two of 'em, so I'd say yes."

Another long day at work, swapping out a hundred amp Federal Pacific Electric panel for a Square D, FPE is notoriously known for breakers that hardly ever trip, and if they do, the last time they ever trip. The house will burn down first.

I get back to the house and no one is home. That gives me ideas. I go in and look around, yup there they are on the kitchen table. beads coiled up neatly with those gold half-rounds sitting on top. I eye the position in reference to the corners of the table, take her half's with beads over my head, look through them and see, as usual, they are a flat out mess. I get them spotless and sparkling and put them back exactly as they were. Then I head back out to my favorite sub shop, tonight a steak and cheese, red roast peppers and black olives.

I head back to the house and as figured, they are both home. I begin to wonder, maybe Gerty likes my attention to her half's as they are smudged often enough. I would not be surprised if after she used them, she might deliberately smudge'em to keep me cleaning them. Maybe she knows some good old psychology of young guys and sex? And that I am showing her my sweetness to her through her half-glasses and beaded chain?

Well, it is coming up to Friday and Gerty will be leaving to go to her nicely remodeled home. I know I am going to miss her very much. We did not talk a lot but I enjoyed talking to her a lot. She will know it was me cleaning her half's with a great amount of affection. Wonder if she will miss that and if it ever dawned her why, if she did know it was me, cleaning them? Did she think that cleaning them did something nice for me?

Gerty:

So, two more days and I will be going back to my nicely remodeled home, was it worth it? A nice home and yet all alone. I know I am happier here at my best friend Joyce's place. I know it has been Jeff cleaning my half's since I got here and, to be very frank, what he was doing got me a bit juicy and squishy down there. I might start thinking of him as the black ghost since his bike is black. So Jeff would go to church with me if we were married? Just the fact he'd love to have me as his wife gives me the 'juicy squishy gushy feelings' down there. This could be a good reason to open up the text-books again, under fetishes and find why. I think that with Jeff, he'd stay loyal to his wife, her half's, and I am going to try and find out why they do so much for him and maybe to him.

"Joyce?"

"Yes, Gert.  .  .  "

"Was Jeff always so serious about things?"

"No, that was his so-called father's fault. He never took Jeff serious, that is a big reason I dumped him, he thought he knew everything but didn't, always had to be right and putting everyone down... I am so much better off without that jerk in my life."

No wonder Jeff may like me so much as I take him seriously, and Joyce does too. I bet my books would agree with that. It might just be that he chooses to be closer to an older lady, a lady who takes him seriously, and her, or my half-glasses, depict seriousness. He might not even know why but his sub-conscious does.

He could be a great guy to have as a husband, but I should not move too fast. So, what will be the best way to get him over to my place? Wiring? Would he like to see my knobs and tubes? I almost forgot! Gerty, what is going on that you forgot Jeff likes classical music?  I can definitely help him with music. The two of us on the bench, I bet he'd be leaning back to peer through my halfs. Since I know his favorite Chopin etude and the 'Moonlight Sonata', I will help him with those pieces of music. I will tell Joyce when I do my weekly shop, maybe she will have Jeff pick up a few things at this time.

                                       A few weeks later:

"Oh, Jeff. . ."

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Could you run to the store and pick up a few things for me?"

"Sure, now?"

"It would be a big help, Jeff."

"Okay, I'll go now."

"Clean up on aisle seven!"

Not wanting to take a slip I go to the next aisle. Is that Gerty? " Hello Gerty!"

She turns around so quick, that when she stopped, well her half-glasses didn't. I caught them before they hit the floor.

"How in hell did these separate.?" I ask.

"I don't know Jeff, this never happened before."

I take the end of the chain of small pearls and give a good look-see and see the hook is partly open. "I can fix this Gerty, I have tools in my truck". I return with two pair of needlenose pliers and her half-glasses; those sweet gold half-round glasses are ready for service.

"Thank you so much, Jeff. You are such a nice person to do this for me."

"Maybe I should drop over at times and do some maintenance on your glasses."

"I could really like that Jeff. I know you have been very sweet cleaning them for me. So, how are you doing Jeff?"

"Okay, but I was happier a few weeks ago when you were over."

"I feel the same way, Jeff, nice fixed up home with no one but me to enjoy it with, and worse yet, the black friendly
ghost has gone as well. No more spotless sparkling half-glasses, I do miss him." She says that with feeling.

"You do know I am that black ghost, right, Gerty? And that I'd be very happy to do what I was doing and I really liked doing that for you."

"Would you really like to be my friend, Jeff, to see me and only me?"

"Damn straight Gerty, go to church with you on Sunday... "

"You would go to church with me?"

"That's right Gerty, to be frank, I just love being with you."

"What are you doing today. Jeff?"

"Oh, I think I'll ride my bike a bit."

"Well, you might want to ride it to my place and maybe take a look at the other pairs of half-glasses I have. I could make up
some coffee and pick up doughnuts from H-D's.

"Well, that sounds like a good plan." I say that as I am getting a 'woody'. "Let me just finish up for Mom and I'll be right over... after
 you tell me where you live."

"16 Crown Avenue, near the new W. Superstore. You'll see my car."

I can only imagine what will happen this afternoon and I am again somewhat more content. One can have a lot of good things going for them but if they are lonely - and believe me when I say lonely - that is it right there. So I got Mom's groceries back to the house as she is getting ready to go out.

I get on my trusty Sporty 1200 and since I have a battery tender on her, she fires within a couple of seconds. I am knocking on Gert's door and she answers. Just the way I like to see her, a skirt and a well-filled blouse with a pair of gold half-round glasses hanging across her blossoms from an eyeglass chain I have not seen. This one is made of diamonds and pearls.

"I picked up some doughnuts and doughnut holes and I have the coffee going," she says. "You do like doughnuts, right?"

"Do I like doughnuts is like asking if I like motorcycles!"

She brings me a saucer with a plain cruller that looks like a large somewhat flattened sausage with a doughnut hole on each side of
it at one end, a bakers version of a guy's genitalia. I am seeing another side of Gerty.

"Jeff, I want to tell you that what you were doing when I was there, cleaning my half-glasses. It was really very touching, I know
you began to like me very much and that is how you showed your sweetness to me and to be quite honest, I loved the feelings I was
getting, warm tingly feelings at first, then a few times after I felt it... Well, let's say...

"Down south, Gert?"

"Yes, exactly."

"Moist and gushy?"

"Now Jeff, how could you know that? I mean really?" She asks how I could know a woman's feelings and seems happy I understand her.

"Probably because I like to write stories for an online story site. I don't get paid cash but have gotten some very nice remarks."

"So you write and play the piano; you have culture, that's for sure."

She gets up to get the coffee, I did not want to touch the doughnuts till we are both sitting down.

I am looking again at the way my cruller and holes are arranged.

"Jeff, I gave this a lot of thought and I think we could be so happy together."

"Sounds like the song the 'Turtles' did in 67."

"So, Jeff, you like the songs from the sixties?"

"Yup, Mac Arthur Park, Someone Left the Cake out in the Rain, hundreds of oldies.

"I've been playing Columbo lately. And I know a few things."

"Like what?"

"When I got back from church I said I was going to get some coffee, then you said 'See ya's', and you were not out as much as you want me to think you were."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, Jeff," Gert says with a wry smile, "you could have easily gone out through the garage, sneak back into the living room very quietly through the front door and clean my half's. The way the walls are on both sides of the kitchen door to the living room and the table towards the front of the house, I would never see you, and if I was sitting looking to the garage door... uh huh. You could have easily done that, maybe when you had that Sporty 1200 running it was to cover the sound of you coming through the front door and ever so sweetly clean my half-glasses, So what do you think of that?"

"I think I should call you Kate."

"Kate?" One could hear the question in her voice, like why Kate?

"Yup, Kate Mulgrew plays Mrs. Columbo; she too loves a mystery. I gotta give you credit, that is exactly how I did it. I knew you knew about this the first time. You asked where the lady's room was and when you went in, I cleaned them for you, you came back and you noticed a difference but maybe not sure or maybe you knew but wanted it to look like you weren't sure that something was going on with your sweet little half-glasses and beaded chain."

By this time the coffee and doughnuts are gone and Gert says, "Let's go to my bedroom." So I follow her to the land of ecstasy.

"You are going to undress, right?" Gerty asks me.

She is undressing and taking off that mauve-colored silky blouse she unleashes two gorgeous blossoms with nice fat nipples. She turns to me, her half-glasses sparkling with the light of the room in them, resting on her flesh, I am so impressed.

Gawd, have I got ideas. "Those are so beautiful Gert".  Gerty knows I feel so good.

"So you really like them?"

"Gerty, dear. I could spend the rest o' my life with 'em!"

Gert's face is so wreathed in contentment.

" So... who goes first?" Gerty asks. "Me teasing you or you teasing me?"

"How about me teasing you, Gert, see if what I learned really works."

"Whatever do you have in mind, Jeff?"

"Just get on the bed however way you want an close your eyes."

She does so, lying on her right side I get up next to her and with the three nice pair of half-glasses, one in half-round, one in half-square, or as I call them, Granny's, and a pair of black small ovals, all with nice beaded chains. I take her Granny's style and half-rounds and rub them over her nipples. She is wearing a nice pair of silver ovals. Slowly I rub her glasses over her nipples and she is softly 'oohing then I begin to stroke the side of her nipple with the beaded chain.

"Oh... ummm... ah, yes," Gerty is enjoying what she may not have had for quite some time and I think she will be very pleased.

"Get on your back, Gerty." She does so. I spread her fine-looking legs and see a moistened pair of lips. I take her gold granny's and run the beads through her hairy muff and her 'oohing is louder; she begins to wriggle at the hips and her sex sounds are louder and yes a bit deeper. I take my cell phone an snap a pic of Gerty's pussy donning Granny glasses, then her gold half-moons... yup one smart-looking pussy she has. This will go on my 'puter screen for sure. I am now licking her long and slow or short and quick, and yessiree, she likes this. She gets even gushier and I know she had a few good orgasms and I feel good she had 'em from me.

"Oh, Jeff, that was soo good. you really know a thing about this. Where'd you learn it?"

"Oh, I took the Dr. Ruth Westheimer course."

"I love what you did with my boobs Jeff, and I want you to have as good a time as you gave me."

"Ah, Gerty..."

"Yes, dear?" ( I like that 'yes dear' a lot!)

"I took a few pics of your pussy with your halfs down there, do you mind? I want to put them on my 'puters home page."

"Not at all, Jeff, I may even have a pair or two to give you, so you can think of other things to do to me with them."

"I am very happy, Gert, happy that you know I was being sweet to you by getting your sweet little halfs spotless and sparkling, and yes it gave me some very nice feelings too. I want you Gerty, you and no one else."