Greg was dressed for bed, wearing his pink housecoat over his favorite babydoll nightgown. He wasn't wearing any makeup. I was startled, nonetheless... at how much like a girl he looked. I had never noticed that before, even when he had told me to look into the mirror when we were doing our faces.He stepped back, with an expression of awe on his face. "Mike, you look like a million dollars" "Where did you get that coat..? "I came in and turned on my toes, holding the front of my coat open, so. Impatient that she was disrupting his efforts. She had to say though, true to his word, he usually was. Finished soon that is. Thankfully, he didn't drink often. Luckily too, the whole sex thing happened less than once a week. When she had her period he would sleep in the spare room. He said the odour offended him. No matter how clean she had strived to be he said it. Try as she might Charlotte had never herself been able to smell anything untoward. In frantic attempts to appease him she would. I whispered to Anne we had an audience, it didn't bother her too much as we went parking in Adelaide whenever we got a new car so that we could 'christen it' and on a couple of occasions had an audience in the nearby bushes and on one occasion had invited a young 'surfie' to join us as we christened our new Mercedes. Looking at the two guys near the car she noticed that they weren't the 'dirty old man' types and looked to be quite interesting in the endowment stakes, whispering to me that she. "My mother had huge breasts. But she never breast-fed me." Do you and your mother have a good relationship?" My father told me that she died of leukemia, when I was 3. But I think she just left him one day."They both turned their heads toward separate windows -- uncomfortable, for different reasons."The only thing I remember about her was a big brown birthmark in the shadow of her cleavage -- which looked like a vulture. It gave me nightmares for years. Even now, whenever I see a big bird.