Even though it was a little chilly in her room from the broken window, she wore a tank top and some shorts, her usual sleep wear but not around-the-ho...se garb. "Its so nice to have my clothes back," she said, turning in a pose in front of me. The shorts were very short, and just a bit of the curve of her ass cheeks peeked out at the bottom. Her tank top was white without a bra underneath. The bumps of her nipples were clearly visible through it. "I moved stuff out of some of your drawers into. How could he ever have thought he couldn't love a woman? He was giving her love already. She felt his hand creeping forward under her ass. Soon his fingers would be…They were. Through her clothes, she could feel him questioning her secret folds. There was only one way for her. She grabbed at his hand, withdrew it from under her, brought it to her front and thrust it between her legs. His response was instant. He found his way inside her underwear, held her to him with his free hand and fastened. ..I don't even see her as being mywife anymore. Not even ex-wife for that matter. I hate my mother. Let'thjutht leave it at that. Taking revenge at thith point wouldn't help meor make me feel better. Then I'd just be without a mother to take careof me. Aside from the horrible thing she'th done, thee hath done herbetht to uphold her promithe of being a loving mommy."Heather paused, and remained silent for a while...as if thinking overeverything she had said before adding, "I hate her, but that. That was it, I was hooked." And the rest is history." Cate laughed."Yes, it was literally history. I was blown away by music of the nineteen thirties and forties. It's a disease, you know. Incurable, but no bad side-effects." So what exactly is the appeal?"I had to take some time to formulate an answer. "It's emotional for me. I am not being nostalgic about the music being played when the whole world was at war; but I can understand why many people who lived through that could relate to swing.