" What is that?" To find such a wife as my father found." Monte Cristo turned pale, and looked at Albert, while playing with some magnificent pistols....Your father was fortunate, then?" said he."You know my opinion of my mother, count; look at her, --still beautiful, witty, more charming than ever. For any other son to have stayed with his mother for four days at Treport, it would have been a condescension or a martyrdom, while I return, more contented, more peaceful--shall I say more. "Smirking I said. "No problem. I'll go 'real slow', after all nothings too good for my sister." OK then let me get changed out of this swimsuit and into my running gear. I'll be right back."I watched her get out of the lounger and when she turned and walked into the house my eyes again focused on her backside, specifically on her legs and ass. She had the typical runners' physique; long legs, a tight butt and small breasts but she was still quite the looker. As the screen door closed behind her. Not because he was with his friends, but because I felt disrespected and taken for granted. I could have filled my time being productive. I could have fallen deep into my work. I could have met my own friends. I could have drunk a bottle of wine, instead of settling for the usual beers that occupied the refrigerator. I could have masturbated! I could have enjoyed myself. Instead, I sat there like an idiot. Waiting. He eventually rolled in in the wee hours, all “I’m sorry,” and “Disculpame”. It. "I was looking forward to this one: "Cleavage showing or covered up?" Are you serious? Okay, I can play along - covered up, 'cause Mom's isalways showing." Sleeves?" Umm, let me think ... sleeves would be nice, but I could live withoutthem." Then why did you make a big deal?" I shook my head. "Okay, the waist -high or low?" I thought you were a know-it-all, you big phoney! It's not a highwaist, it's called an Empire waist. That's what I need."Oops, I thought - better do some more research!.