The other nurses had let it be known that she was also partial to "wild weasel" undies, and that she was totally hairless. She, they had been told, ha... a problem with heat rash, which necessitated her staying shaved, constantly. She went to a beautician and had herself waxed EVERY week. She didn't want to risk getting razor bumps like her brothers and Father had.The morning that Robbi had been discharged with their daughter, Annie had been admitted. As one set had been going out, another set. When she returned home, funny she considered it as home now and didn't think about her past life often any more, Amy was waiting anxiously. Amy tried to disguise the fact that she had missed Sam a lot by being nonchalant but Sam could see the relief in Amy's eyes at having her back home.Just how much Amy had worried about her became glaringly evident in the following days when Amy purchased a handgun for Sam and enrolled her in a training school. This had prompted another argument between them. He told her how he and his mom had fought, practically since his dad died.Anya smiled sadly and then glanced at Liz. She nodded, briefly and then turned back to Jerry, the sad smile still present. "You know, you really have to come to terms with your mother. Before it's too late." Liz nodded her agreement.Jerry scowled. "I tried," he protested. "It just ain't gonna work!"Anya smiled knowingly at Jerry and then reached into her purse. She pulled out a business card and handed it to Jerry. "I. "We need to replace some fittings. Some cleats and fairleads." Her voice was flat and lifeless."No problem, " I said. "There's all sorts of stuff on the back wall." I took a closer look at her and liked what I saw. About my age, maybe a little younger - say twenty-five. Skinny, but with wide hips and big, round tits moving around under her t-shirt. Stringy blonde hair, not too clean. Her face was attractive, in a vacant sort of way, with a wide, pouty mouth.She gave Mort a little glance, like.