She’s lying on her back with her eyes closed. I stand next to her up close. Sweet lord. Look at those drops of sweat on her beautiful nipples.Liza o...ens her eyes and catches me staring at her breast.Liza: Aafi? Why are you staring at me?Fuck! I need to jump through several rhetorical hoops to get me out of this one.Me: What? Oh. I was just thinking about how beautiful you are.Let’s hope this doesn’t creep her out. We’re sitting almost naked next to each other in a small room, after all.Liza:. Dexter was wearing a red ruffled, long sleeved peasant blouse with apadded c-cup bra underneath. Angela had parted his hair in the middleand combed it back on the sides holding it place with two butterflybarrettes."Here you will need this," Lynn said holding out a black shoulderpurse."Do you really expect me to carry a purse mom?" he said irritated atthe thought."Yes, as a matter of fact I do Dexter," Lynn said looking him over."Women carry purses." I'm not a woman. Why are you making me. "Right! We'll celebrate without that bastard: just you and me. You'll have your party; he's already booked the table. Tonight you and I are going to spend the precious bloody money his precious bloody business makes." She held out her arms and gave him a hug. "The table's not booked until seven o'clock but I fancy a cocktail hour. We'll get changed and have an early start. Book us a taxi first but give me an hour to get ready. And put it on your Dad's business account!"She made her way to the. She had never had a mother figure who accepted her for what she was. It was rather amazing to her that someone understood.“She’s a doll,” Amanda said wishing her mother was more like Tom’s mother.“Why don’t you move in with us?” Terry asked. She figured that Tom’s mother would accept Amanda living with them.“I couldn’t do that,” Amanda said shocked by the idea.“Why not?” Terry asked.Looking at her lover as if she was crazy, Amanda said, “My father will kill me.”“I don’t think so,” Terry said..