The Bar at the End of the Universe

Maudie had strange sleeping hours, and so she had woken up after all the excitement on the boards to read about other people's sex dreams with little chuckles to herself. Why, it was almost as fun as certain dinner parties she used to hold where she would insist upon at least one naughty story being told by a guest before the soup was served. She sat in her nightgown, reading things over, and then finally put up a notice of her amusement over the whole situation to find someone who seemed awfully interesting reply. Of course she would want to talk to him, entertain him in her room. So she invited him up and gave herself time to freshen up a bit, though staying in her silk nightie and just putting her hair down from its braid. She put on a short robe and waited, humming softly. She did like a good bit of anticipation.