"Yes, we do. I'd guess you're a size B now. Were you thinking of increasing your cup size to a C or a D?" Oh, no," Josie laughed. "I'm very happy with...my titties, even if they are a bit small. No, the breast inserts are for my friend here." For you," she asked, looking towards me. "You want tits?" Yes, ma'am," I stammered.The young lady mumbled something, then asked us to follow her into a fitting room. Se had me remove my shirt, then measured my chest area."It appears a 38 will fit your. ‘A killer took her, he murdered her. It’s his fault, not yours.’ ‘But he left me that box, didn’t he? He broke into my car and left that box. He took her and killed her. He must be watching me. So it is my fault she’s dead.’ Tears slipped down her cheeks despite her best effort to stop them. ‘Listen to me, Kaylee. You didn’t do anything to attract him. This isn’t your fault. You’ve got to believe that, okay?’ ‘Okay,’ she said, but he heard the doubt in her voice. ‘I need to get a statement from. She kissed my fingers then sucked one in to her mouth. Again an electric bolt passed through my body as sucked on one then two fingers into beautiful month. I replaced my fingers with my mouth, gently sucking on her tongue as moved it in and out of my mouth. This was causing our nipples to become so hard against the fabric of our clothes that as I gently moved my nipples against hers, it would cause little whimpers to pass between us. We broke our kiss and I become to kiss down her throat,. "Teach me tai chi."I nodded, and she helped me to my feet. I had purpose. Purpose pushed grief aside. The pushing was temporary, but purpose did offer some short respites from the overwhelming sadness and feeling of loss that the death of my parents evoked.I taught Grace the basics of tai chi that morning. We worked at it for over an hour. When we finished, Grace said, "Tomorrow, same place, same time."I nodded and pulled her into my arms, hugging her fiercely. "Thank you."That's when she fell.