Along the way, the sight of a package sitting on the table changed her mind. It was from her grandmother, and had arrived while she was at work the d...y before. Curiosity overwhelmed her. She picked it up and took it to a chair, where she sat down slowly, wary of a repeat of the couch trying to dump her in the floor.The tape yielded to her nails without much trouble, and the first thing she saw was a handwritten note from her grandmother."When I called the other day and you told me about your. I can do so much more with it now that its gotten long andI really enjoy how we can create so many different looks with it. But fortonight I want something sophisticated and elegant... something tocounterbalance the blatantly sexual look I've created so far. Finally Isettle on wearing it up... piled high toward the back with a couple oftendrils at my ears. What do they call this... a Gibson Girl? Yes...sophisticated, very feminine and a bit old fashioned, that's the look Iwant for tonight.Now. Thanks again,Fiona & Bruce._________________Next to the note was £250 and a small box of chocolates.Jason was their son. I had never met him before, but was greeted with pictures of him around the house on my way in. He must have been maybe eight or ten years older than me, putting him around his mid-thirties, and was married to a stunning blonde woman, according to the photos. I figured I would still be yet to meet him, as I would be out for my morning run around the same time he would be. She smiled back. "We'd better get at it then," she told him.They put on robes and gathered up the sweats and t-shirts they planned to wear until it was time to dress for the wedding. After a quick check to make sure the coast was clear, they walked down the hallway to the upstairs bathroom and slipped inside. The shower was a standard tub/shower combo with a simple vinyl curtain across it. The water pressure was about half of what Jake was used to. Nevertheless, they stepped inside and spent a.