Sidhu smiled at her rather sheepishly. She returned a weak smile. It was evident that she was tensed.“No need to be tensed madam. This is not the fi...st time that I am helping a women to produce enough milk for her baby. It happens at many places. No one speaks about it. That’s all,” Sidhu said.“And you know something? Some women especially the high class ones hate to breast feed their babies. They choose to buy some other womans breast milk. And its me who has to supply them that,” Sidhu added. There beneath my window was Vanessa Unger, Sheila's mom."Sorry to drag you out of bed like this. I didn't want to phone." It's alright. What's going on?" I asked. I was suddenly worried."Can we go somewhere and talk?" Vanessa asked.I led her to the love-swing in our back yard. It was a rickety old thing we'd had since I was a kid. The thing didn't even swing anymore, having sagged right down to the ground. It was more of a bench really. We sat down on it and Vanessa released a heavy sigh. Then. Taking the tour of the building and looking out the window from which the shot was fired gave Matt chills. The distance of the shot fired from a rifle was not far at all. Matt was glad that they came to the Book Depository but also was glad that they were leaving.The trip back to Austin was fast and uneventful. They stopped and had dinner at a restaurant Helen knew about that was just short of the city limits. The meat was smoked as it seems it all was down here but it was delicious.Helen. While thinking of what to say, I started noticing how beautiful she was. She had on a tight, low cut tank top that showed off her nicely developed breasts, and a short skirt that just covered her pussy. I decided it was time to reveal a little secret of my own."I was just like you when I was your age," I confessed. "You were?" "Yes. In fact, my first time was at a camp just like this one. I was home one weekend, and a little sad that my boyfriend didn't want me to come home for the weekend to.