Alice grabbed the tea towel, wiping her hands before tossing it to her son… “Make yourself useful you disgusting perverted boy… dry those dishes...�� she blushed on embarrassing herself by calling her son a pervert…often called such by his elder sister. She had managed to calm herself before picking up the phone. ================================== Although mad at first when he was told that his mother had offered his services to Mrs. Noakes, the anger soon disappeared as he sat next to the priest’s. When I was happy I gentlylined my lips and filled them in with a subtle red lipstick. Taking offany excess with a tissue held between my lips. I then inserted my breastforms into my bra cups and proceeded to get dressed. The skirt camefirst; it was lined so I wouldn't require a slip to go under it. Thepullover followed, which I gently brushed over with my hands to removeany slight creases. I then selected my mouse brown wig, a present from myyounger brother, and brushed it out making sure it. Again. For a couple of months I had noticed her diligently working her yard: weeding, messing with her trees, and mowing with an ancient reel-type push mower...always dressed in the briefest of garments.*I wonder if she knows that her shorts have a tear in the crotch?* I mused coasting slowly past the long-legged silver-haired woman perched, sweating, on the slope of her yard near the curb. Her tangled shoulder length tresses glistened in the hot August sunshine.As I slowed to a ridiculous. Still, plausible deniability was a wonderful thing.“As for your family and his...” he sneered, fighting back his anger. “Without any proof, your family would deny your shit stinks, let alone you’d ever act like a cheating slut. Besides, both of you wanted to be famous, I just helped that along.”Tessa Albright-Hopkins was a tall, striking blonde who was a professional model and actress. Although she was well known locally and even regionally, she still had national if not international dreams..