.."Oh, hi. Yeah, with Seb. Uh-huh. Really? I'd rather not. Sure he can. Hold on."Keira held the iPhone out to me. "Mom wants to talk to you."Oh shit."...ello?" Hi, Sebastian." Hi, Mrs. Lamont," I mumbled."Call me Claire. Listen, we're heading out for an evening barbecue and swim at friends. Keira doesn't want to come. Would she be alright hanging out with you for a while?" Absolutely." You sure? You don't have plans?"I chuckled. "No. No plans." Great. Thank you." She added, with a smile in her. He had found himself in a hospital bed, andthey were just there. An unignorable and very unfamiliar weight upon hisonce flat chest. She had been waiting for him to wake, sitting crosslegged on a chair at the foot of the bed, smiling with accomplishment. Doyou love your pretty new tits? She had asked, a melody of feignedinnocence in the delivery of this query, as if she had just bought him acup of coffee. His mind was suddenly back in the present as she started aparticularly vigorous assault on. She hoped he was just passing through, however, and would be put off by the rumors surrounding her, forgetting his sworn vengeance. Finishing her bath, she donned a new dress and pulled her cloak from its hook by the door. The thin hooded cape was not designed for warmth. Celina’s mother had made it for her to protect her fragile skin from the sun. The lightweight navy material draped over her hair and shoulders, tied with a black, satin ribbon at her milky throat. She loved it, it was her most. Normally this would be something I'd plan and do on purpose, but I had no idea when I put it on. I knew I had a see threw shirt with me, but I didn't realize that was the shirt I put on last night... I just threw on a shirt after the shower to go see Emily and Bruce. "Oh my God... I'm so sorry guys, I didn't realize how sheer this shirt is. I hope I didn't make you guys uncomfortable". Connor was the first to speak up and said "we don't mind... we've seen boobs before". I replied "your mom.