“This must be your first day in the sun, isn’t it?” she said. “How do you know that?” I replied intrigued to know the answer... “Well, you’re really white, where are you from?” she stated. “Oh I see. Well, I’m from California , just down for a job.” “What kind of job?” she inquired. “I’m going to fly a small charter plane to the Islands for a dear friend of mine.” “Sounds like fun”. She said. . "You're a big skating fan, I take it?" Sophia asked."Uh huh!" Siobhan said."Well, Siobhan, let me warn you," Warren said, putting his arm around his new cousin-in-law-giving her a little thrill in the process-"you're in for a big weekend." Hey! Uncle Greg needs to meet his grandniece!" Sophia said."Grandniece?" Greg asked."Yes," Sophia giggled. "We kind of put the cart before the horse. We have a daughter. She'll be one in a couple weeks. Where is she?" Liz has her," Warren said. He looked. She had several loads of laundry to do every other day and a stack of men's shirts to mend and iron. She wondered how Thomas and Bruce managed to lose so many buttons, while her father seldom lost a one. Her brothers must not be very careful of the way they unbutton their shirts, or maybe they were in a big hurry.She dutifully washed, dried, and folded the tiny blue lace panties she found in the pocket of Thomas's good khaki slacks. There had been one instance of Mary Margaret washing an. Here I was, looking at the soles of three incredibly hot brothers, surprisingly clean from running in the back yard.I went to Alex’s feet, and I began rubbing his soft soles. They’re so warm and soft. They don’t smell, which I like. I rub in his arches, then between his toes. He has such nice shaped feet. I bend down and give a big lick right from his sole to his toes. He actually gives a little moan. “Get undressed, all of you.” I implored. They did it quickly, and then sitting in front of me.