Edmond, it is not Madame de Morcerf who is come to you, it is Mercedes." Mercedes is dead, madame," said Monte Cristo; "I know no one now of that name..." Mercedes lives, sir, and she remembers, for she alone recognized you when she saw you, and even before she saw you, by your voice, Edmond, --by the simple sound of your voice; and from that moment she has followed your steps, watched you, feared you, and she needs not to inquire what hand has dealt the blow which now strikes M. de Morcerf.". "Perhaps you mightmake a better sister than an obnoxious brother." Don't say that please," I pleaded."Well take a look in the mirror, you are petite like a girl your age andhave a slim figure," she said pulling me toward the full length mirrorin her room that I had used many times to check my appearance. "See ifyou had some boobs and had a hair style you would look so much better,"she said as she pulled out my T-shirt to create the illusion of breasts.She was already very well endowed and I. I cupped one on the outside of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see her nipples harden under the thin fabric. She continued to caress my thigh and moved it further up. I tugged on her dress and then pulled it over her head, she had to lift her hips to allow me to do so. My hands on her skin seemed pale next to her olive complexion. “Should we move this into the bedroom?” She asked. I just nodded and followed her into the bedroom. It was even smaller than the sitting room and only. She's a worrier, a stylish worrier, a Jewish mother." He laughed. "You know what I mean." All mothers are worriers, it's part of the package. Perfectly normal." His father may call me. I left my number." I changed mine at school. Miss Price didn't bat an eye." She grinned at him."Shall we get married?" he asked quietly, leaning back and smiling at her. "You know I love you." He blinked at her, hesitating. "Well, don't you?" No, thanks, fine proposal, sir, if a bit on the plain side, but I think.