After three pegs i called mom to get me another bottle.while keeping the bottle i pulled her to another chair and made a peg for her,i dint say a word...and she drank,that must have been her first drink,after her two pegs she started sinking in her chair,i knew she must have had high.i went to pull her then her pallu dropped,that was the moment again when my animal instincts were aroused.i took her to her room,she was semiresponsive,she seemed this time not to mind my touching her or was it the. It seemed to be having the same effect on her. We all just stood there for a few moments looking at each other. Teresa was wearing a short, sexy bronze three-string shimmer club wear dress. It had a deep plunging neckline, was bear in the back and had a him that started eight inches below her waistline. It looked to me then that she had on either pantyhose or full length stockings and a high garter-belt. On her feet she wore a pair of matching bronze three-inch high heels. It was a bra-less. ”I eventually became a non-factor in her mind. Sure, she still said hi to me, but it felt like it started to get worse and worse. I wrote about her more and more. I started to do things that I would never do, like listen to love songs that you would never gravitate toward. That was most likely a sign. Along with many others. I wrote about what she was wearing that day. I wrote about how good she looked in her tight jeans, or even better, her yoga pants. I even talked to my own mother about her,. “Thanks,” I said. “And thank you Mia and Mort. It is truly an honor for me.”It was only a bit later that the nurses shooed us out to allow momma and baby to get some rest. Even Mort had to take a breather.“He should have been named after you,” said Abigail. “You’re the one that’s been there for her from day one in every meaningful way.”“Abigail, it is little enough that the man gets that bit of recognition from his daughter. Don’t even think of making anything negative out of it. She felt she.