My father started treating me better, too. I don't know if it was because of the talk I had with him in the basement, or not, but he started talking t... me like he thought I was almost fully grown up. I liked him doing that, and, because I wanted him to keep treating me that way, I tried to act more grown up, and tried to be responsible.On Saturday, December 9th, 1961, my mother boarded the train to go to New York City in order to meet Kate's plane from Hungary. I think it was from London,. They both where wearing their night clothes. Kenzie had on a small crop top shirt that showed off her belly nicely, not to mention her hard nipples poking through the top, and a pair of tight cotton boy shorts.Kayla wore a large night shirt she had slept in which hung off one shoulder. Her beautiful breast on display as they hung slightly beneath her. They wobbled slightly as she shook the bed again making her breast sway beneath her. Nothing like waking up with an eye full of two pair of. The ceiling was not a ceiling you were familiar with, as your gaze moved around the room you discovered you were definitely not home, you weren’t even in a home. It was a hospital room, with various kinds of light grey equipment to either side, a window to your left looking out at the city’s skyline, and a curtain that could be drawn around your bed, which was currently undrawn.You weren’t alone in the room.“Hey, kiddo.” An unfamiliar man says from next to you in a chair. He was a thin man with. " Robbie Mclean you are incorrigible." She said with a laugh, "But after my experiences of the past few years, it is so nice to know that at least one man likes my company and appreciates my looks."As she climbed into the tub and sat next to me, I told her,"I have always done that Carole Anne. I was really hurt and sad when we broke up. I had thought we were really making progress towards the day when you would agree to be my wife."She looked at me sadly and said, I don't know what got into me.