Ms. Franklin had taken a special interest in Wanda as well, though she had not told the teenager about that interest yet. Wanda was a beautiful woman ...erself. Short at 5-5, but bosomy, with 38c breasts and a large butt as well. Wanda was a Puerto Rican-American mix, as her grandfather had married a Puerto Rican in New York before moving to Utah. Wanda’s skin tone came from Grandma Luisa. Wanda’s looks, though, came from her mother, Lorraine. Her father, Hank Catron, had died six years before,. Arm-in-arm with my wife, he escorted us to our car. He gently kissed my wife on the lips and said he’d be right back with his vehicle. Momentarily, he was there with a new Maserati, ready to follow our old Ford Escort station wagon to the house. “Who the fuck is he?” I asked, knowing Lynda was wondering the same. As soon as we arrived, I made drinks, then joined them in the living room. Jeff had already taken a seat on the couch next to Lynda, leaving no room for me except to sit next to him. "There are many other colors, too, but don't tell him that; he doesn't know that yet." Then he laughed. "These people will be your family. Wait for them, they will find you one day. Be a good little girl, and they will find you. Remember, you are Rachel Thomas. You must not be Julie Anderson again until they find you." I could see the tears in her eyes now."I have tried, Victoria!" She cried out, sobbing. "I have tried so hard to be good. I have done everything I know how to be as good as I can. If he locks the doors, I know a way to get out the back entrance” I explained as I took his hand. As we started to walk towards the lingerie section we talked more about our holiday. Our parents had kindly put half towards it and it was out first time away together. We were catching the plain to Florida in 2 days and I really couldn’t wait! Once we had reached the section, I stepped back and said, ‘Ok, you choose some stuff you like and I’ll go try it on.” As I said it I waved a hand towards.