“Why would it make a difference?”“Some people are a little crazy about things like that, honey,” Morgan said. “It’s no problem to me. It�...s part of the world we live in.”“Me either,” Annette giggled. “We call it magic. Maybe you can teach us some things.” We all got a laugh out of that.“Why do you suppose your father likes Arthur?” Kendra asked. “You must have brought home some really weird ones!”“Kendra!” Annette scolded. I laughed. They’d have to be weird to make me seem normal.“You know what. She had a sexy butt, no doubt about that, and a tight one, but my daughter was tugging at her flesh with both hands, exposing her asshole almost deliberately, I thought. It reminded me of a pink rose, a small bud not quite ready to bloom, with the petals turned inward. She'd always been a very clean girl and even after three hours of ballet, Jenny smelled like soap and shampoo, and the bubblegum body spray she liked to wear."I, uh ... Don't see any splinter," I'd told her, and Jenny. Colleen, at last, found her keys and opened the door. She ran through thehall like a 100-meter-athlete and entered the lounge… only to find Dr.Harding at his office, reading the `Nature’ magazine. Colleen froze at herposition and remained silent, waiting for his reaction; only her fingerswere showing signs of life as they were nervously clenching and unclenchingthe straps of her bag.He lifted an eyebrow and inspected her from head to toe, for some time,before he spoke.Dr. Harding:. "Don't you have that maroon bathing suit? The two piece with the extra modesty skirt? That would be perfect for the job."I didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm, telling him my swimsuits shared the drawer with my undies. It was a wonder he remembered it, and a wonder I still had it--the suit was from the summer before last. Back when I didn't really fill out a swimsuit. I didn't want to say anything about his choice, because it would embarrass us both.Jesse declared victory, and tossed the top.