I watched as my mom go through the details since last night what felt like an eternity, to my surprise my aunt listened without saying a word, after w...at it felt like ages my mother came to the end of the story, and my aunt looked right at me, and right back at my mom and sighed, “well I can’t say I don’t understand, you have not even looked at another man ever since Steve passed away, and I and glad you found comfort in Brian than in some stranger” she then smiled and looked right at mom. “Hello Imogen.” said Sandra. “I’m trying to get Jaqueline to ignore the letter, but I am too late it seems.” Imogen looked at Jaqueline. “Well, I must say that the rings don’t look too bad. Your father was right, that size does look good on you. What is your tattoo going to be?” Mary was stunned by this comment. What was going on? “But I am disappointed that you have not kept up with your shaving though. All that time I spent shaving you when you were at school.” “I’m sorry, Mummy.”Imogen. “He couldn’t do it himself?”“He probably could,” she replied, “But he’s a bit lazy.”“So, he sent you out to do it for him?”“Yup,” she replied, brushing a wayward strand of brown hair out of her face.“My lucky day,” I replied, introducing myself.Her name was Sheila. Sheila Maynard.“I like your outfit,” I replied.She smiled and said, “You and every guy I walk by.”“Well,” I replied, “It fits you well.”She looked down at her chest and then back up and said, “It’s a little loose fitting, but I think. I gather my right thighunder me, and bend my left knee. My shaved pussy is wide open, exposed for himto see, or touch. I hear the French doors close as Parker leaves. Mr. Marshallkeeps on writing, occasionally consulting one of the books or journals he?s goton his desk. The tick-tock of the pendulum in the grandfather clock on thecorner provides the only sound, aside from his fountain pen, scratching notesin a yellow pad. The ink is blue. Time passes; every so often he lifts his head,.