She shivered as she sat it down on the nightstand once more.“Lie down,” she instructed. “I need to get out of these pants before I soak my pant...es.”She wasn’t waiting, and unbuttoned her pants as soon as she said it. My eyes locked on her, I turned, sat down, and then scooted onto the bed. Cookie danced as she pulled down the zipper, revealing a pair of lacy white panties. She turned to face away from me, her hips swaying, and I had to give my cock a squeeze to calm it down.Somehow, she. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.She came out after her shower wearing her housecoat, and the three of us had some sandwiches before getting ready to go out for the Christmas eve service at a church just up the street from the building the girls lived in. Katelyn made even simple sandwiches taste good. I have no idea what she put in them, other than tuna and some kind of cheese, but the end result was amazing.Katelyn brewed us a pot of coffee, and we each had a cup after supper while we sat. She was one of the highest of the high fashion models; her picture had graced almost every major publication in the free world.Her call came in just when I thought the summer doldrums couldn't get any worse. The mid-afternoon temperatures here on the Florida Keys in early July were very humid and well into the 90s. Winter tourists had long since gone home and it was still a little early for the families with children that invade us every summer.I picked her up at her motel and couldn't believe. So she seldom had cause to leave the house on her own; and the thousand dollars she put into the bank every month really helped.In the aftermath of Mom's death I used the quiet time at the library to study what had afflicted her. I read a lot of psychiatry books, hoping to learn what symptoms to watch for in Sharon, and prevent it from progressing within her untreated, as it must have inside Mom."Psychosis" in Stedman's Medical Dictionary, is defined as "a severe mental disorder, with or.