Would you mind taking a check?" We're not supposed to, but if that's all you got --" Thank you," she said. She reached out and patted him on the shoul...er. Her titties were still in sight, but not so obviously. "You're a very kind lad," she added. "I'll be just a minute. I keep my checkbook in the bedroom." She shook her ass and knew that he was watching her long slender tanned legs as she shimmied off down the hallway to her bedroom. She waited there for a moment, counting to twenty, and then. Some wheels were found for the half container to ride on, and the biggest problem was steering. They sweated over that one for a while, but finally came up with a method which required a strong driver, though it did work well enough until they had time to work out a better method. They were limited to 5 MPH, but that sure as hell was better than nothing. Amos was the only one of our people strong enough to steer the monster. The big advantage was that they found enough wheels for three. ." She had a hard time talking the way she was crying.Katherine stood up. "This is useless. Mom, I can't have a serious discussion with you if you break into tears after anything I say. Why don't you take a shower? You could use one even after your bath. I'll go down and start on breakfast. We'll need to wake him soon." But do you forgive me?" Susan looked at her daughter with heartbreaking, puppy dog eyes.Katherine hugged Susan. "Of course! I love you! You're the best mother ever. How could I. I guess me being a bit chubby, and eating like there was no tomorrow, made me the brunt of the joke to the other kids. The little girls would whisper about me, and I would just pretend I didn't see it and turn away. I often cried at night in my bed. The group home was so lonely at night.When I was just 6-years-old I got news from one of the care takers of the home, Mr. Andrews. He was a tall brawny guy. He knelt down in front of me and told me that he wanted me to meet someone that was.