When I was younger, everyone would tell me I was born lucky. I knew they were right, it just didn’t feel like it. I’m the middle of three c***dren... I have a younger sister named brit, more on her later (if people ask for the story), and an older brother who recently died in Iraq. I won’t be talking about him. My name is Michelle. my father and mother both come from old money. My father is an oxford graduate from some fraternity and now words for an important investment firm, my mother went to. I asked her have dinner at my home and she can take some her mom and sister too. When we both having dinner I noticed her opening and small cleavage portion and of course she too noted that. She was wearing white bra. Accident some rice has fallen on her nighty and she went to clean that with water. When she came back I was in uncontrollable position (readers just imagine a girl came in front of me with unbuttoned her first button in the nighty and water over her skiing showing outside). My. Unknown to me, Paul had also started to sit there and we collided drunkenly, spilling coffee all down Paul’s shirt. “Oh no!” I gasped. “Quickly! Before it scalds you!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen where I immediately held a cloth under the tap and began to put cold water over the hot, wet patches on his shirt. It smelled strongly of coffee and stuck to his chest as I patted and patted it with the damp cloth. “Better take it off and we’ll soak it now. Coffee is a bugger to. “No choice hun, “ she replied. “But I tell you what We will do, on Saturday we will get you a new weekend wardrobe as long as we can also get you a new work wardrobe, ok?” Not that I had a choice, but whatever I thought it couldn’t get worse! I looked forward to the weekend hoping things might improve. Saturday came and Sue let me dress in one of my suits and blouses to shop in and thankfully the dolly shoes. I was less conspicuous and shorter this way! But still had to wear the bra with the.