This is a story in the series, The Oak Hill Diaries.
Eloise kept a small office/studio in a converted warehouse on the C&O Canal in Georgetown. Though her home was only a few blocks away and had more than enough space in one of its many bedrooms, the studio was very private and secret. Very few people knew she kept the space, including her husband. She had the space for more than 10 years. Her studio had a wonderful view of the Potomac, just a few blocks away, creating a meditative state when she worked on her various pastimes.
Eloise was 52 but she looked 10 years younger. She kept fit going to an exclusive gym in the neighborhood, ate a healthy diet and had work done by her plastic surgeon. In addition to her occasional Botox injections, she got the occasional minor surgical tweak on her face, neck, and tits. She was particularly fond of that last part of her body. She had breast enhancement surgery, mostly to just firm things up. The twins stood tall, pointing north while other woman’s breasts were starting to sag. Neither her husband nor her lovers had any inkling as they squeezed them and sucked her nipples.
There was a knock at the door. Eloise walked barefoot across the large Persian rug that covered most of the floor. She opened the door and there he was, standing in front of her in his glorious beauty.
