I stood there just as mad now trying to understand what had just happened in so short of a time. When she had called me husband, it was not a term of ...ndearment by any means. The word coldly spurted out of her mouth with ice attached all over it. I ran out to find her and saw the elevator doors closing just as I rounded the corner. I ran to the stairs and began my four flight run down them in hopes of catching her in the lobby. On the third level I tripped over myself in my hurry and tumbled. Maria decided to look around her daughter’s bedroom. Something she’d not done for a while now as she respected Steph’s privacy as she grew older. Walking into the bedroom where last night she’d witness her daughter behave like a porn star she started opening drawers and cupboards and saw nothing particularly abnormal. She looked under the bed and saw a large plastic crate. Maria didn’t recognise it and pulled it from under the bed. It was lockable and had a padlock on it but the key had been. Her panties were still around her thighs. She reached down and pushed them downward. They fell down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Then she walked toward our bedroom door."Want some breakfast?" Jessica asked."Sure, thanks." I replied.Jessica opened the door and stepped into our living room.I heard her say from the other room, "Oh shit! Sorry!" She forgot that my buddy, Todd, was sleeping in the other room."No worries, Jessica." Todd said, "I didn't see anything."Jessica quickly. Several of the bodices she passed by had beautiful embroidered symbols on them, pentagrams and Celtic knotwork. Finally they were at the back of the store, where there was a small fitting room area with a mirror and numerous, more embroidered dresses and bodices. "Many I make one-of-a-kind," Rose said, noticing Evie's amazed look at the kaleidoscope of brocade, dazzling crystal, and yards of detailed embroidery. "You must be proud... you are such an artist," Evie exclaimed, true awe in Rose's.