"Charlotte, my daughter-in-law, was nearly forty when she became pregnant for the first time. My son Kevin married her when they were both twenty-eigh... and neither wished for children preferring instead to further their careers. They are well known lawyers and earn disgusting amounts of money. That's their main interest. They take cases where the compensation is likely to be high and rake in their cut or high profile cases that get their names in the papers or on TV. Neither of them had much. Some had evolved into pure violence or looting. I had seen it on TV and heard the screaming and shouting during the night. This crisis had escalated steadily for more than a year, and during the last few weeks it had gotten so bad that it seemed the unanimous opinion that everyone was almost certainly going to be killed and that it was about to happen soon. At first, after this realization, things were eerily quiet. Everyone seemed to be shocked. Everyone knew things had been bad, but most. She never did reciprocate any advances because she was worried her parents would find out. That wasn’t the case anymore though.You on the other hand were not that lucky. You stood at a slightly taller 5’6, and since your parents enrolled you into the same Swim and dance classes Stacy was in, you never developed much mass, instead getting a similarly toned figure. Any muscle you did have was focused around your legs, and unfortunately your ass as well. Hair also never seemed to be an issue,. I could tell she didn'tbelieve me."You don't believe me, do you?" I replied, weakly.Another long silence followed. Then she said: "What... what else do youwear?"I shifted uncomfortably, suddenly conscious that I was stood in front ofher wearing stockings and suspender belt, bra and panties. I felt sick tomy stomach. Was this going to be the end of my marriage? Feeling foolishnow, I bent to unfasten my suspenders.She took a step forward. "No... don't take them off! Please... I justneed to sit.