My next-door neighbor is an eighty-seven-year-old widow, "Little Lois" (which is what we call her). She is very self-sufficient; her only real problem...is that she does not hear very well anymore. I normally stop by once a day to check on her, even though I know her routine perfectly. I can usually see what she's doing, and everything she does, at exactly the same time every day.I noticed one day that she was in her bathroom for an extremely long time, as her bathroom window faces my kitchen. I. I am reminded of that Grace every time that I go to church. I guess I could go to a different church, but there is something..."Her gaze grew distant for just a second."There's something comforting about the rituals and liturgy of the Catholic Church," she continued. "I've been worshiping that way all my life. Some people think that our services are staid and boring and not very contemporary, but I like its regularity. I like that I know when to stand up, sit down and sing. Sometimes .... She'd always been the pretty one in the family when she was growing up, and today she was a stunning young woman; I couldn't help but be slightly turned on by her these days despite us being related. She was about 5' 5", bright blue eyes, cute nose, perfect smile, and soft brown hair with blonde highlights that flowed down her shoulders, following her silver necklace down her body before nestling in between her exposed cleavage. She'd inherited the family figure, but unlike her older sister. Amber had some issues that she was working through using scenes like that. It was mutually beneficial," Andrew said.Raven said, "I'm going to have to think about it."Cat came out and Raven was called in. Andrew sat there thinking about Raven and her future with the project. He felt sorry for her. She had arrived bruised from the beating her ex husband had given her. The few stories she told about her previous sex life were horrible. Any man who would do that to a woman deserved to be in jail..