Now, whenever her Mom was on duty she made it a point to seek him out and kiss him good night. She was usually clad in a see-through nightie and would...push her braless breasts into his chest as she planted a kiss on his cheek.Leon could smell her perfume and feel her silky hair in his face. More than once he was forced to remind himself that she was only sixteen and his adopted daughter. It was an effort to resist the urge to caress her.When going out with her friends she made sure to show him. Oh, I assure you that it is entirely disrespectful when coming from me, Betsy. It is sort of a bad play on words. Place your Bets on the table, boys! Im basically calling you a whore. I was very glad that I hadnt gotten dressed. It saved me having to try and wash the coffee out of my clothes as she spewed the mouthful across my kitchen before sputtering out several octaves of denials and foul words. And to think, she managed as her tirade wound down, that I suggested to Mother the camping trip. .on and on and on. She loved him more than life itself, but God knows he was a difficult boy. "Tommy? Honey?" she queried as she came into his room. "I'm so sorry, honey. Are you okay?" Tommy ignored her. He was angrily yanking drawers open and pulling out random bits of clothing. She noticed he had his school backpack open on his bed and he was stuffing the clothes into it. This was not good. "Honey? What are you doing?" As he continued to ignore her, she caught him by the arm and. The raven-haired woman gestured for Tamara to enter, andshe settled right into the passenger side seat next to Maggie, whosped the car away quickly.Maggie kept quiet during the ride. Tamara glanced curiously at her asthe vehicle quickly moved through the city streets. She felt stronglycompelled to make inquiries regarding whatever business Maggie wasarranging outside of Tamara's notice, but the plus-sized secretaryknew that such inquiries would be unwise.The car suddenly pulled into a curbside.