"Turning, she looked at her mom standing there in a pale green dress."You look beautiful, Mom." Thank you, now come on."Turning, she walked out of the...bedroom, and Molly followed.Seeing the closed door to her nephew's room, she banged on it, and said, "Come on James, we're leaving."From inside the room she heard, "Ok, coming."Then the door opened and her nephew was standing there."Wow, you look nice," Molly said.James was wearing blue slacks with a sky blue shirt, and his black dress. He shut his eyes and turned his face away from me. Then he said in anannoyed voice:- Mom!March 12.- Why do women paint their nails, mom?- We like to look pretty, darling! And many men wear nail polish too.He has obviously been thinking. I used the opportunity and held himcloser to me.- Let me paint your nails, Jack! Then you can see how nice you look.Jack paid interest in the floor again, clearly shy and embarrassed. Ifinally got a nod, the most explicit statement possible right now.- I don't. She just knew everyone could see the wet spot on the back of her skirt. "They're going to know it's from my dripping pussy," she thought with a touch of anguish.Mr. Edwards made her hold the life cycle model and face the class, nobody saw the model, all eyes were glued to the folds of her blouse that hugged her tits, showing off every curve of her swelling orbs, her nipples standing at attention like pencil erasers. She was allowed to return to her seat, she could see every pair of male eyes. She’s mad as hell and none of us doubt her resolve. We all believe she’ll deliver on her threat if we push her to it.I start looking around once more, but this time I find myself searching for my wife or for Allison or for any lady that I might recognize. It occurs to me that this is the first time we’ve actually been in the same room with members of the opposite sex since this whole affair began. I look at a woman standing right next to me only I don’t recognize her. She is wearing a similar.