She figured she might have a little fun. Marian would deliberately smooth her silk stockings in plain view or bend over to retrieve a dropped pencil w...th agonizingly slowness that showed the outline of her panty edge through the tight skirt. She found other ways to show off her sexual attributes in subtle form. Slowly sucking on the end of a pencil with disguised intention raised the heat a notch. Not much work was done that morning.Lunch was a hurried affair. It seemed Marian's duty was to. Right as I was leaving he called out, "Andyou DO have a nice butt!"I laughed over my shoulder, still playing along. I kind ofautomatically put my hands on my ass in reaction to his comment. To mysurprise, my butt did feel bigger than I remembered it. Had I reallygained that much weight since I moved in here? It's been less than aweek! But, no, as far as I could recall I'd actually been eating LESS.It must be my imagination. But I do think Ian's last comment went alittle too far.SEPTEMBER. "it's been a while." And lookedat his phone for a minute looking for a tutorial. "Right, right." Andthen he took it from my hand and started tying it around my neck for me,and then gently fixed the collar around it. "You look so beautiful." Thanks Daddy," I said as I hugged him tightly, and kissed him on thecheek leaving a bit of makeup on his jacket and red lipstick print on hischeek."Shit," I said. He laughed. "I'll take car of this, you take care ofthat, and I'll see you down there...". Sonya’s father was a constant whirlwind of rage, demanding justice from the police, but it was unlikely they would ever find the driver who stole his son at the prime of his life, and Sonya’s father simply could not move on. Sonya’s mother was struck with grief, she saw the body of her son laying on the hospital bed, breathing but never waking, and in her own mind she had already buried her son. So it had fallen on Sonya to try and hold the family unit together, and she was failing miserably. .