Suddenly Joan became aware of James presence and instinctively she tried to cover her most vulnerable bits with a hand lowered into her crotch and her...arm folded across her chest covering her rock hard nipples. Her face seemed to burn as she began to blush a deep crimson colour; Get me a towel she managed to stutter. In an erotic daze James moved slowly towards the towel cupboard but his eyes never left the now swelling busom half hidden by his mother's left arm. Handing over the towel he had. This is the color. You both agree. Right?"Mom and Jill both nodded their heads, smiling.Alex opened up the edge of the sheet protector and pulled out three sheets, all the same. He handed one to each of them, then took out a pen and wrote "OK for walls — all rooms" and the date on the third sheet, using the notebook for support. He held out the pen to Mom. "Sign here." Mom did and gave him back the pen. He held the page out to Jill and handed her the pen. "You too." Jill signed her name.He took. After the wine arrived, George unsurprisingly ordered a well-agedporterhouse, a single meal for him, but big enough to feed me for days. Istuck with the sea bass, being less eager to die of a heart attack before30. After the waiter left I toasted to George's birthday, and he toastedto me in return, and it became one of those evenings where my face hurtfrom smiling so much. I?mean, George and I are always smiling when we'retogether, probably well beyond the point of obnoxiousness, but my grinwas. The marker was gone, but we had no trouble in finding the grave. The dirt had sunk back into the ground so that there was a definite trench where the grave was, but Bill and I had apparently made it deep enough so that no animals had dug down to her body. We left it at that, not even putting up another marker. Sue said that her mother would certainly not care, and she didn't either.The next day, we headed north and came to the confluence with the Missouri River. There was nothing special to see.