“Even with real bathing suits.”“Why?”“Rachael, honey, you can blame the Greeks.”“The Greeks? Why?”“Pandora’s box, which was, in fa...t, a jar.”“Huh?”Grandpa put his arm over her shoulders. She leaned against him.“In Greek mythology, in Hesiod’s Works and Days, a box - or jar - was given to Pandora. The box contained all the evils of the world. Pandora opened the box letting all the evils out. By the time she closed it again, only hope was left trapped inside. Today, most people refer to opening. I was in a town, doing a studywhen my silk kerchief fell onto the muddy road. I took it to a nearbystream to wash it. Now this stream had lots of carps in it and wouldnormally approach a stranger's hand expecting food, and it did so atfirst. But when I got closer, the carps seemed to forget to swim andsank down into the waters. Some passers-by saw this and thought that mybeauty had stunned the fishes, but I think the fishes were merelysurprised by me getting closer and blocking the sunlight," I. Where, I had no idea, but it was going to go somewhere. I really couldn't control myself too much longer. And I wondered if Shari felt the same way."Here I come!" she said as she came back in the room. My jaw dropped.She'd basically foregone any sort of maternity standards with the lingerie she had on. A lacy cream-colored bra that her boobs absolutely spilled out of, to the point of nip-slip. Her massive belly bouncing around freely over a little slingshot that could only laughably be called. I want you to put your hands on top of your head, out of the way." Janet advised. "B-But why?" stammered Mathew rather pointlessly. "Why?" answered Janet crossly "Because I'm taking off your underpants!" True to her words Janet did just that. Auntie Dawn helpfully placed a steadying hand on top of Mathew's, resting upon his crown, while his mother mercilessly peeled the white woolen undergarment down. Instantly Joanne and Karen looked straight at the exposed penis, which was so shrivelled up.