The most things in family were going alright when nature thought to impose the Murphy’s Law on them. It was a rainy afternoon and dad was to pick up...Mia from school. Mom had called her, not to take the school bus because dad was coming back from town and he had to pass by her school any way. Hardly 5 minutes on the way home out of the school on the parkway, the tragedy struck when a crazy driver ran over the median and hit them head on with over 80 mph. Dad was killed instantly and Mia died 1. Sure, she was in her mid-40s but her tits weren’t sagging too badly and she’d put on a little bit of weight but nothing that destroyed her shape. A couple of times a month they would get it on but it was just the “same old, same old”.She knew enough from feeding and entertaining kids as they were growing up that you just had to try things differently once in a while to make them interesting. When she took more of the initiative, dressing lightly and seductively, acting like a sex tease, she did. "In fact, I am reasonably sure that I am thoroughly in love with Alicia. While I realize that we cannot make formal commitments to anything more than a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend until she completes her season of education, I see no reason not to predict that we have a very good likelihood of spending the rest of our lives together." With that pronouncement, I could see the Thompsons widen their eyes in surprise and note that Francine's strange smile began to falter a bit.Mr.. Melissa was dumbfounded. “I can . . . Sort of read people’s minds, and control what they’re thinking. Remember when you were, um, daydreaming? And I was laughing? And the walk home? I knew what you were thinking.” She gasped. “You . . . .” she couldn’t even think of a word. “And do you think that the whole cafeteria would have conveniently looked away from you as you got up on the table?” She could only stare at him. “You know, Malcolm actually jizzed in his pants after that lap dance you gave.