Since I write in the evening, I’m sure that makes me very boring, but I don't want you to sit around and be bored with me. Go enjoy yourself. I’d ...ather have some of you than none of you." You are not boring." You certainly are acting like I am. Go and see, then tell me everything when you come back." And I gave her a peck on the cheek, letting her go with very mixed feelings.Chapter 2 ProvocationIt was now eight in the evening. Beth had left home an hour ago. I was thinking about what might be. There were two chests of drawers and a dressing table along with a very large armoire or wardrobe. In fact all of the furniture in both bedrooms that I had seen were made of mahogany. There were two doors leading to adjacent rooms, a large bathroom and a sitting room. Neither of which we explored at this time.Katie and Margie folded down the covers on either side of the bed, before we all climbed onto the high mattress of the bed. The top of the mattress was a good three feet above the floor. "She was in tears, with Anita hugging her then wincing from the pressureon her breasts. Anita asked if she regretted anything, to which Sallysniffled and proclaimed, "I don't regret anything. Charlie was asleazebag but he gave me two wonderful boys. I love them with all of myheart and am happy to be a mother even if I am stuck with the stigma ofbeing an unwed teenage mother."Anita hugged her again, crying into her shoulder over Sally's selflessstatement and seeing that she was a woman who had. Now naked, I headed to the kitchen to collect a wine glass, a bottle of Pinot, and my iPad.Back in the bathroom, I poured half a glass of the rich, red liquid and put it and the iPad on a small table next to the tub. I stepped into the warming water, slid beneath the bubbles, and sighed. How divine! A contented smile formed on my full lips as I rested my head on the bath pillow. After a few restful moments, I reached for my glass, took a few sips, and luxuriated in the gentle lapping of the.