’ ‘I am alright, mom, but the ice will feel good.’ ‘I do not understand how you did not cry out, after he hit you. I would have, and I think V...ncent would have. What he gave you was not a love tap. He gave you his best shot. He was trying to make a point with you, and now he thinks he failed. He is going to brood over this, for days.’ ‘You can thank the ‘Sisters of the Good Shepherd’ for that mom. They taught me every day, never to let anyone see what you are thinking or feeling. They are taken. As she walked through the hallway toward the stairs, I was surprised to see that I could see right through her nightgown from the light in the kitchen behind her, showing a full bush and her ample and slightly saggy breasts swaying under the frumpy cotton frock. Almost on cue, as I was fighting with all my might to act unaware, she dropped her towel and toothbrush case. I started to stand to help pick it up as she started to bend to do the same, I could see fully down through the neckline her. . have you done something different with your hair?’ ‘Yeah, I did actually; I didn’t think you would notice’With that, she led the way inside. We chatted for a bit, had a bite to eat before we went into the games room to play pool. That was when the day really got interesting. It seemed to me that Jen deliberately was taking difficult shots, having to lean across the table. And every time she did, I would get a nice view down her top, where her top was just loose enough to let me see that her. "Hmpf," she huffed while pulling the blankets up to her neck. That was when she thought about Jeffrey and wondered what he would be like when he was grumpy or angry. She wanted to know so much about him but it would be bad for her to do so. The sigh she expelled was mixed with frustration and exhaustion. It would not be easy to work with Jeffrey and she knew it, but she had to. She needed to. Besides, she was a professional woman and a lady and planned to conduct herself as such. Despite her.