The mind did backflips."He likes it," Wendy said.Stepmom agreed.The maids cleared away those plates and served the karjalanpaisti with perunarieska (h...t potato flatbread with melted butter) on the side.Very soon it was the click and clank of silver on ceramic and the voices of teen age girls talking about the WRC drivers.I was concentrating on the food. A green salad was last ... desert ... at least for me. Replete, the napkins laid aside and the knife set on the last plate. Finished.Stepmom. After the police officers were sure they were strapped securely they closed the door. The sound of the door closing with bang made Ronja think of the sound of a prison cell door closing. She just sat there numbly since she knew the doors to the police car could not be opened from the inside. Ronja tried to imagine what would happen when they police contacted their families, but her mind refused to properly process the question.Her earlier worries about how her stepmother Carol would react to. Sheila had matched things up when we went shopping last Friday. With this skirt and corset, I could wear one of three blouses. All were low cut to expose most of my cleavage and they were all see through. I decided with the black corset and light blue skirt, I had better wear the dark blue top. After putting it on, I looked in the mirror, and to my shock, my areolas were clearly visible right through the material. “Well, it’s better than having them totally naked!” I thought to myself as I left. “Oh, yeah,” Rachana replied, walking back to the couch and sitting down. “What about the other night when I was going out with my friends and you told me my skirt made my ass look big?” She fixed him with a penetrating gaze.“I said that?” Dinesh inquired.“Yes!”“Well, I say a lot of things. You don’t have to take them all so seriously.”“So you didn’t mean it?” Rachana asked, her voice losing its edge.Dinesh raised his eyebrows and pretended to hesitate in a definite attempt to irritate his.