I spied the Hon Anne Marie, the declared fiancé? of Roger Winslow across the far side of the ball room. She indeed had a rare beauty, and a vivacious...manner, as I well remembered. She had beautiful golden curls, and a slim figure and she was indeed a very beautiful young lady, being very popular in the highest of social circles which included Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, for whom she acted as a Lady in Waiting, but now she was given absence of leave due to her fathers growing infirmity, but. I picked up a blue short outfit that had a matching top which required no bra. Combed my hair, applied some waterproof mascara, moisturizing sun-block, and lip gloss, as I didn’t want the sun's rays to burn my face. I looked out the front window and saw Mitch’s truck coming up the street. My whole body screamed, "Oh fuck, just what the doctor ordered for my broken heart." It didn’t take him long to park and walk up to the door. I opened it and greeted him with usual hello. Like always when we. ” Said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Bobby, this is my mother Barbara.”She looked to be in her mid-fifties, Robert judged, slim like Terry but a few inches shorter with an intelligent face. Her brown hair had flecks of grey in it and the glasses she wore complemented her face.“I’m pleased to meet you Squadron Leader Barlow”, said in a voice like Terry’s almost devoid of a Scottish accent.“Please, it’s just Robert Mrs Kerr.” He replied with a smile, shaking her hand.“And this is my. It is time for the next stage in her development," Dale said. The words sent a wave of dread through Denise. She nearly dropped the bowl that she was washing."Don't push her too fast," Susan said."Tonight," Dale said.Susan shook her head and replied, "Not tonight. She's buying a new outfit. Wait until tomorrow."Denise held her breath wondering what Dale would say. It seemed to her that a full minute passed before he replied, "Okay. You'll owe me one." I look forward to paying it," Susan replied.