I heard the door slam and something glass smash in the hallway, and before I could call out asking what it was there stood Helen in the doorway of my ...tudy, an avenging angel, livid, her body one huge clenched fist, eyes glaring out of her head."Is something wrong?" I asked.I already knew the answer. She had finally found out. Nearly a year ago. I'd never altogether forgotten it, though I'd tried to bury it in my mind with all those other lapses and indiscretions people mean to make up but. We went inside the house and she showed me the guest room. While I settled down in the guest room, she went out and made Martini for both of us. We sat on the sofa and started talking about just general stuff. She asked me how my parents are and when they are planning to come out and what not. She also asked me about my work and what do I do and if I have girl friend. I said, No aunty I don’t have time or space for any girl friend. I am very busy with my work and I also teach Marital Arts on. The cups are a little loose and knowing that I could probably wear it in public and not get busted for indecent exposure does nothing to help my self esteem. I've often thought about getting implants, but considering all of my other beauty issues, where would I stop? I don't have the kind of income earning power that it would take to fix everything. I wasn't sure that Charles would even be interested in seeing my tiny gifts, but I wanted to find out. I was sitting on the large couch in the. " My dad slapped my butt with a grin and left the kitchen, going upstairs to change."Ten minutes, Daddy!" I called after him.Our life had been like that for a long time. I don't know exactly when I'd started doing all the cooking, but I'd been young. I liked doing it. I really liked taking care of my dad and I liked the way he always appreciated it, not going overboard or anything, but just in the little ways. The way he kissed my cheek or the way he was never too busy to talk to me. He gave me.