And she accepted that.”“Were you disciplined?”“I didn’t do very much wrong.”“But there must have been an occasion.”“Oh, there was,�... I chuckled. “When I was twelve I used a particularly vulgar Russian phrase. It was all in jest with my friend Dale. Unfortunately, my mom heard it. The punishment was swift and severe. I had my mouth washed out with Ivory soap. I can still taste it! From that point on, I never said THAT phrase again.”“Do you mind if I ask?”“Russian or English?” I grinned.“Learning. Then come back in here."After my morning shower, I was back in my bedroom, lying on my back in bed. My wife was standing over me and marking my chest."I picked up some C size breast forms for you, and I'm marking your chest so I can glue them on," she commented."Don't you think they may be a little big for my size?" I asked."Oh no!" she remarked. "You remember how you liked looking at well endowed women, I am making you look just as attractive to guys." I don't want to be attractive to guys," I. He knew how i HATED to be interrupted while i was playing. He reached around me again and grasped my wrists, pulling them away from the paino. I spun around on the seat, pulling my hands away from him. I had to lean back on the seat a little to stare up at him, the action causing my ample breasts to strain against the shirt i was wearing. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked. "You know not to interrupt me while im playing!" I saw his eyes darken, and narrow. He didnt like being. They both liked flowers, books, art, music, and a host of other activities. Yolanda was single, in her mid-forties, and had worked all over the world with Revlon. She was “so sophisticated”, as Yolanda put it to Mrs. Inglis who was the church organist. In those two weeks, the new friends saw each other a number of times and, of course, Yolanda had promised to help with the pastry sale. The morning of the sale, Marjorie wore her pale yellow dress with the dark belt, her matching high-heels and.