You've felt her presencebefore. Part of Jen is inside you. It explains those flashes ofrecognition. How you knew Lisa. How you saw that woman's fa...e who saidshe was your mom on the answering machine. Let Jen help us.Concentrate. Coffee. I need coffee. I buttoned the slacks and glanced up at themirror. I've seen me before. I forgot to put on my bra. Coffee. I'lljust make coffee. Come on Jennifer...I know you're with me. The cigarettes. They help make me comfortable. I took one. . good point. Maybe we are. But we don't have to let them know that, do we?"At that moment the girls' door opened and they emerged, first Amber, then Stephanie. They had indeed been getting ready. They both had their hair in pony tails, they had put on fresh make-up, and they were wearing bikini's their dads had not seen before. Mark and Ted had to try hard not to stare ... too much.Amber's suit was pink and white with a pattern of random shapes in the print. The top was tied behind her neck,. Don’t forget that!’‘No, Mrs Vero.’Thwack!‘Your arse needs punishment, doesn’t it, Mrs Lonsdale?’Thwack!Arghh! ‘Yes, Mrs Vero…!’‘Your cunt is soaking wet, Mrs Lonsdale – did you know that?’‘Y - Yes, Mrs Vero.’‘Of course you did. It is a naughty cunt, Mrs Lonsdale.’Her fingers were on my cunt now, stroking the lips. Oh my god – her fingers had found my clit!‘Do you like me stroking your cunt, Mrs Lonsdale?’Ohh… ‘Yes, Mrs Vero!’Mrs Vero leaned over me, and whispered in my ear, ‘you are a slut,. She looked at the woman in the mirror more closely. A spider’s web of fine lines spread out from the corner of her eyes. Deeper lines marked her forehead and around her mouth. Although she might not look her age, she was no longer a young woman. The thousands of grey hairs that interspersed with her blond ones was a testament to that. Trisha was being ridiculous, she asserted. Pregnancy was the least of her worries. Not that it would be a worry really. More like wishful thinking. She touched.