"Perfect!" Lisa exclaimed.Mindy Robinson came home from shopping, bringing two bags of groceries in with her. "Kids! I'm home. Come down and help brin... the groceries in." She brought the bags into the kitchen and started putting items onto the shelves. The kids came down and brought the rest of the bags in. Finishing, she went upstairs to change. Undressing, she looked in the mirror. A young looking woman of 35 with medium length auburn hair, she thought that her body was ugly, that her three. If her late husband understood that drinking and brawling in London’s underworld consisted of the best amusement life could offer—and then perished from one of those soused fisticuffs—she wanted nothing to do with his mistakes. Except she had been left poor, indebted, and desperately in need of employment.The polished education her father, an attorney for the crown, bestowed on her came in as her salvation. One year into her position, the Professor had brought the Scot. Mr. McDougal had been. Since her parents are close to mine, we were ‘raised’ together and she would come to the farm I live very often. Since both of us were single daughters, we kinda grew up like sisters, or almost. We did all sort of things together since we were c***dren and a big bond grew between us in the meantime, but as much as this bond grew, other feelings surfaces. You know, that sort of stuff people say cousins don’t do to each other, especially if both are from same gender.This is what brings me to the. The path I decided upon took me around the back of the woods where it is the most secluded as I did not fancy meeting too many people. After about twenty minutes of wandering about enjoying the peace and quiet I noticed something or somebody in the distance so curiosity led me slightly closer and I could make out a youngish man in a jogging suit looking quizzically at the ground,I stood for a few minutes watching him looking around in the grass obviously he'd lost something,oh well good luck to.