Thank, but no thanks. I'll be alright. The soles of my feet are not too damaged - hardly at all. Remember I have spent more of my life barefoot than e...ther of you two. It's getting easier all the time"And certainly Harriet seemed to be making less heavy weather of it during the afternoon session., easily keeping up with the others.Gwendoline's artist friend, Jim lived in a bleak, grey-stoned former farm cottage which nestled under a gaunt and rocky outcrop that seized Gwen's adventurous. It would be presumptuous to assume she wasfooled considering Sharon was raised by Beth and saw her day in day outwhile I was only familiar with being mothered by her on a weeks holidayto Spain over a year ago."I have a theory," Mary said. "Your ants in a anthill of a sort."Greta, one of Evelyns oldest explained that it was a good analogy thatworker ants are sterile and all female."Why?" Jane asked to which we could give no answer.A few weeks later, Mary's bulge got bigger, she needed assistance. She pouted the entire trip home, telling me repeatedly she hadn’t gotten all the stuff she absolutely needed.I was highly relieved when Jesse informed us that two large boxes had arrived for Miss Elyse while we were out. “My stuff!” she cried out, thrusting the bags she was carrying at me. “It came! Where is it? Where?”Jesse helped me with the bags and boxes up to our door, then tipped his hat and shuffled back to the elevator. What a con man! I worked it out once. If only half the tenants were. I now knew it was smita and reflexly squeezed her boob as if by accident.ouch,she cooed softly and ntering the room sidewise asked me if i would lik to have tea.she was unruffled and smiled seductively at me and left.i went back sat on my chair and looked in to my book.2-3 minutes later she came in and tried to take a cup from the cabinet.it was across me and as she leaned across behind me i could feel her right boob pressed against my head.i felt it deliberate andmoved my hand back and softly.