I had never seen so many shoe boxes and she explained how they were sorted. Men's on one side and Women's on the other. Smaller sizes at the bottom an... bigger sizes higher up. She then said that she had had a few deliveries and could I put them onto the shelves and then join her in the shop. When I went back into the shop it was already open and Mary my boss was helping a mother and young c***d with what looked like the c***d's first pair of shoes. I was watching her when I heard the bell of. She was grinning at me as she took her pajamas off headed for the shower. I had just gotten myself under control when she called out, asking me if I would wash her back. I never undressed so fast in my life, even considering the time I had jumped into an anthill when shots were fired at us on patrol. Needless to say, I got a second shower that morning, and I had a smile on my face as I redressed to go to my meeting.I went back down the steps yelling for Jimmy, saying it was time to go. I was. I was hard when I reached the bottom of the stairs and marched across the living room. In five strides, I was thrusting open the swinging kitchen door and finding the mayhem inside. A large glass pitcher had shattered, glass spilling across the floor and around my mother. She was cowering in her bathrobe on the linoleum and—The sight arrested me.My mom was wearing her pink bathrobe, and it had half-ripped open from when my father threw her to the floor. Her right breast had popped out, round. I half hoped he would lose his temper andcall the whole thing off once he got a look at me in his wife's clothesand stuff.He occasionally commented negatively on Rachael attire: "Too short. Toosmall. Too tight." Or, in the case of makeup, "too much, too red," or just"take that off!" Perhaps his comments were for me as well but I was toolost to notice.We began to raid Beth's closet regularly, then her dresser. The firsttime I opened her bra drawer, the one Tom had had to search for a shortwhile.