She uncharacteristically didn't belabor the point,mercifully.However, the silence between Rachel and I prompted Amanda to ask me aquestion. She asked ...o talk to me in private. I was concerned. Iwondered if she knew what the others didn't. Maybe she read more intoChristina's words, I figured.I couldn't have been more wrong. Amanda only worked part time at thesalon. I never really knew what she did the rest of the time, but shetold me that she co-owned a boutique with a friend. She said they. Morgan is the uncle of Paul’s Mom?’ ‘Oh? How did that secret come to you?’ I was delivering attendance to the office this morning and his secretary answered the phone. She turned to him and said, ‘It’s Mrs. Garrett.’ He picked up the phone and asked her, ‘How’s my favorite niece?’ I did some checking with the paper and her maiden name was Morgan. The wedding announcement listed him as attending the wedding.’ ‘Thanks. That will help too. Can you get me the assignments from my classes for the. Not a lot was said, her thoughtful and he a bit embarrassed and worried what she might say. They soon boarded the bus, the lad sitting next to her on a near empty bus asking if he was in trouble, which she later told me she had said “no” and added that “she had been flattered, in a strange sort of way” which quietened him till they got home. At home it was a case of him getting changed so as not to soil his better clothes, as he planned to work on another soap box cart, that’s a k**s cart. Lucy didn’t even blink. Damn her, the bitch. I sat forward on the sofa, and leaned back. I began to slowly unbutton my top, just enough to show the swell of my breasts. My hands ran down over my tummy, and then caressed my hips before I ran my fingers up the insides of my thighs, coming to rest either side of my pussy. My left hand began to caress my mound, lightly twirling the pubic hair. The dampness from before was still there, the situation and the way Lucy had taken control was keeping.