I don't know what she said to Molly, but I could make a pretty decent educated guess.But I could read Molly's lips when she replied. I think she said,..."You're not my mother!"Bless her heart! I had taught her well!I drank in Molly's half-nakedness for a goodly amount of time (but not all the way through until October) and finally, I turned away and let the poor girl relax.After a decent interval I returned (once again standing tall and being as obvious about it as I could manage), trying to. "Oh, but it is, my dear! Anybody can do a physical caricature. But how many artists can capture the real you inside so everyone can see it?" She turned back to her easel and started drawing again. "But I'm not like this!" I objected."No, it's perfect," cooed an unfamiliar voice. Some old lady had come up and was looking at my picture! My face flamed and I tried to hide the drawing, but she snatched it right out of my hands! "Bonnie, I swear you get better every year. Don't you think so, Sue?". It was torture and I wished I could sleep.Angela had gone to sleep, holding me and smiling peacefully. She didn't move, not even to breathe, just as she'd been in the car in that parking garage. Her skin was cool, although she'd been warm enough during our sex. My own breathing was slow and deliberate seeming and I'd experimented, holding my breath, and found I could do it as long as I desired. That was weird.My heart was beating, very slowly, but at least it was. I tried to make it stop,. You did it for the best of intentions and we’re all very happy that it worked out for you! Isn’t that right, everybody?’ she asked brightly as she glanced around at all the others and noticed that even Jon and Barbara readily agreed. Hmm… I wonder what those two have been up to?!! ‘That’s very nice of you to say and I hope you will all still feel the same when we tell you this next part,’ Tom said quietly and then sighed heavily as he began to explain the situation between Brad and Megan. He.