Bobby has already picked up the menu and is studying it. After some discussion we put the menus down. Bobby’s wet white shirt has clung around her a...ple bosom. Her erect darker nipples shows through her translucent shirt. Bobby innocently chuckles singing, “I can see your nipples,” followed by her sex laugh. Little does she know!The waitress interrupts Bobbies chanting. At first the waitress doesn’t hear Bobby’s order. Initially she is stunned by Bobby’s clinging shirt; so am I. Reaching out I. I made a largish cross to put above the grave.We opened the windows and let the houses air out. One house was the largest and had the best kitchen. It also had four bedrooms so we claimed it as our base point. We cleaned at it thoroughly letting the other two houses just air out for now. I took the grand kids down to the pasture and showed them the cows and horses. If they had pigs and it looked like they did, the pigs had headed for points unknown. The chickens were still in their roost and I. I turned on the water then began getting undressed very slowly. When I was finally wearing only my panties I spent a lot of time brushing my hair and removing nail polish. Finally I removed my panties and bent over the tub so that my butt was facing the register in the floor. I stayed like that for about a minute then I got into the tub. After I finished washing and shaving my legs I got out of the tub and dried myself slowly. When I was done I walked into the bedroom and put on my nightgown.. Electric bells and speaking-tubes afforded communication with the lower stories, while on the mantel stood an electric clock, precisely like that in Mr. Fogg’s bedchamber, both beating the same second at the same instant. ‘That’s good, that’ll do,’ said Passepartout to himself. He suddenly observed, hung over the clock, a card which, upon inspection, proved to be a programme of the daily routine of the house. It comprised all that was required of the servant, from eight in the morning, exactly.