I have failed her majesty. I havefailed my sisters and I feel a boiling raging anger deep inside. And Ifeel shame because I failed."Child do not cry.....all is not lost, for hope lives on in a favorabletime. Come do not weep for the dead. No amount of tears can bring themback. There is nothing for us here anymore...quickly."It was hard for me to gaze upon her majesty. The shame would not allow meto look her in the eye, for at this time I feel downcast. Yet I foundmyself rising to my feet. I. " The minister was getting embarrassed. I said, "I will make a deal with you." What is that?" He asked."We shake hands so you get a picture that keeps you from being lynched and I get a half-hour to tell you in private what we can do about fixing things." We?" You certainly can't do it alone."We shook hands and the man did take us to a place to talk. He had shook hands with the girls and Aron to ensure that he was seen to be friendly with everybody. When we all had seats I started to tell him. Perhaps she had always been this way and the heat had brought it more to the fore. Perhaps it was the handful of pounds she'd gained at college that brought out her full figure. And perhaps I'd never really seen her wearing a bellyshirt without a bra, or shorts that were so short she couldn't have worn anything underneath. That was the other distracting element I noticed while passing her on the couch that day. She had her fist pushed into her temple with her elbow propped against the couch,. " She was a bit surprised, but ran her hands down from his shoulder and across his chest. He moaned and she could feel his hips move under her pussy. Ellen undid one of the buttons of his shirt and moved her hand inside. He seemed to love this as she touched his skin and rolled her fingers over his nipples. She rolled her hips while she did this.She could sense that her torso was getting a little heavy on his cock, so Ellen moved her feet to the floor. She pressed her breasts against his chest.