Look around you, Ronald. Does this look like I'm struggling to get my life back? The only thing I've been missing is you." she said with a big smile."...ven after I told you that I was the one that told Dad?" I asked."Of course, my dear. You couldn't know. Your father is a nasty man when he wants to be. I'll bet you haven't heard a word from him since you've been gone. Am I'm right?" Yah ... yah ... that's right. But then ... I wrote him a letter telling him what a rotten thing he'd done." I said. "True." Are we still leaving at nine tomorrow morning?" Yeah, if I get up early enough to get the rental car by then." We'll be up. I still haven't packed at all. I don't know what to wear to the ballet." How about the dresses I got you?" We're wearing those on Friday night at the Met, of course." Wear them again."Sandra gave him an offended look."Or not..." he added. "It is a different theatre ... Okay, bad idea." We'll figure it out," Sandra said, implying that he would not be helping decide. She swam a lot in the pool. I got her into playing golf. She took lesson at the club we belong to. Within 5 weeks, she had regained her former looks, her measurements were 36-24-35, she weighed 125 pounds, spaced over a 5' 7" frame, and not an ounce of fat anywhere on her. She was 33 years old.She was very hot looking. With her long blonde hair and blue eyes, she could go right back to playboy and pose again, putting those young babes to shame.The problem is me, even though the doctor said. Tonight, well there was no mistake. I was being paid, as was my daughter. He came, ejaculating hot come into my mouth. Mummy disappeared with a guy. I was left with the others. They were all about Mum and Dads age. I wanted a drink. A glass of champagne. I sipped it. Drank it slowly. I was blonde, pretty, good figure, and great tits. I was hot. I was eighteen. They all wanted to fuck me, I knew. As did all the boys at school. They made small talk. A fat, sweating bald man made a pass at me. I.