I didn't know her mother, though I remember seeing her at some parent's nights back in elementary school.We put our books away and Cindy took me out t... her back yard. On the way through the kitchen she introduced me to her mother. Cindy's parents were divorced. Mrs. Fuller was probably close to forty back then, but I still thought she was pretty. She had the same kind of figure as Darlene -- kind of chubby with big tits. She had the same brown hair as Cindy but wore it cut short. Cindy told me. And for that reason I cannot ask you to come to next week’s class totally naked so we will have to confine our research to one person getting naked in this room. So next week I will be asking for a volunteer to strip naked in the middle of this room so that we can explore the feelings of both that person and everyone else in the room whilst we look at the said volunteer. Also, I encourage you all to take part in naked in public scenarios when there were no children around and for you to make a. ..“Um...”“My tonsils,” Annette said leaning against me and rubbing her cheek on my shoulder. She said it so calmly and sweetly that it didn’t seem out of place at the breakfast table.“That should make an interesting canvas,” Mom said. I was blushing. “Your mother would like to hear from you this morning, Annette. You need to let her know when you’ll be staying here. And the same goes for you, Arthur. If you plan to spend the night with Annette, please let us know so we don’t worry.”“Um ... I. She died, as she had wanted to, in our bed with me sitting there beside her, holding her hand, even after her last breath had long passed. I don't remember how long I sat there, holding her cold hand with tears streaming down my face. When I finally got up it was already dark outside and over four hours had passed. I called our doctor, told him, then called the ambulance to come and get her. I never left her side, until the driver told me he'd take her to the funeral home and I could call later.