It was just too much. Almost like "confessing" everything would really cement what a failure she was as a wife, a mother, and a Christian.She wasn't r...ady yet. She quickly backed away again. Pulling her purse strap higher on her shoulder, she turned and began to make her escape. She was practically running by the time she reached the door of the sanctuary that would expel her from the building. Her hand reached the handle."Mrs. Garner??"She froze, unable to move forward or turn to face the man. "I don't wear any perfume." I know, but you still smell good." Oh," was all I could think to say so I hung up the apron and left for my bedroom. I decided that I must need another shower so I stripped off my shorts, top, panties and bra and went into my bathroom. I took a look at myself in the mirror (I did every day hoping like mad that I might see some need for a larger bra). I think I'm pleasant looking, I will never be mistaken for Dad's biological daughter though. He tans nicely, but his. Inside the van, Jack Farmer wiped the sweat from his forehead as he leaned on the truck's big steering wheel with a meaty forearm and puffed on a Salem Light. Deftly he swung the long delivery van around to his rear bay door. His five-foot five- inch, pudgy frame was nestled in the dog-eared vinyl driver's seat of the small bus. The light blue paint on the truck's sides was faded and the shop's name, FARMER'S FLOWERS-"THIS BUD"S FOR YOU", was embossed on the side with lightly flaking yellow. Amy: This reminds me of when I was little and played hide and seek!Me: More like seven minutes in heaven.Amy: huh?Shit, that slipped out of my mouth!Amy: Do you think they might request something inappropriate from us?Me: To be honest, yes honey. I’m afraid that’s exactly the point here. But obviously, we don’t need to do anything you are not comfortable with.Amy: Well, let’s see what happens. If I’m with you, I’m not worried.Presenter: Everyone is in, good! Now for the game. We are going to be.