Eventually Emily said that it was my bedtime, 'It's timefor our baby girl to go to bed, I wonder if she's wet hernappy.'Laughter from the others follo...ed this. She looked at meand said, 'Have you wet your nappy baby Lucy?'Kylie and Britany leant forward in eager anticipationhoping that I would have to embarrass myself. I saidnothing.Emily looked at me smiling, 'If you don't tell us that youhave a wet nappy it won't be changed and you will have tosleep in it, lets hear you say baby Lucy has wee. "Who did you inherit it from?" Well, when I worked as a sex therapist, I helped a very rich old man overcome a sexual problem. It had been a problem for most of his life, and several other therapists had failed before I ultimately succeeded. He was so grateful that he ended up putting me in his will. This also connects to my bad experience with lawyers." How so?" His closest living relative, his nephew, was a lawyer, and apparently he was counting on also getting the part of the inheritance. By the time that the communal chores were completed after the meal and all the places reset for dinner, Emily's mindset was to race at full speed back to the cabin. She was undressed, showered and sitting on the bed before the others arrived.At 13, Emily had an unusual body development. Her cup size was barely 32A, her breast actually not much larger than a cupcake. Her areolas were about 2 inches in diameter however, and made up almost half the size of her small breasts. By the time everyone. I worked out what shewas trying to say most of the time, and bobbed, and whispered, "Si,Se?ora," as appropriate; but I was never sure she had caught any of mysignals, given her vision issues.Still she ate hungrily, and we each returned to our morningactivities: me to scrubbing the bathroom, Dorothy to dozing in thesitting room.Progress was a little slower in the afternoon as the other bedroomswere in a poorer state. I suspected Dorothy had grandchildren whocame to stay and who were still at.