Maybe you’re just not putting it in right. I think we should try every day so we don’t miss an opportunity.” Natalie was grasping at straws to...explain the unwanted result.“Honey, I will do whatever it takes to make it happen for you……for us. You know, Nat, I’ve never been in your bedroom. You mind showing me what it looks like? Ann, why don’t you go make us some breakfast back at home. I’ll be there in just a bit after I see her room.”It was so clearly obvious what her dad wanted to do. Shewas actually quite intelligent, though she tended to focus that on howshe could get promoted rather than on how she could do her job. Anduntil last year, Mary had worked for me.My name is...was Roger Davies and I was in my early forties with brownhair that was beginning to thin and a gut that was starting to spread.Last year at this time, I'd been the one in Mary's position, the managerof this entire department. But now...now I was merely a ghost.Mary had killed me, though admittedly that. Her hair fell just above her breasts, her eyes had a glaze that gave the illusion they twinkled and her smile was so wide from laughing at herself. It felt alien as she hadn’t smiled for so long. The silk red nighty’s left strap had glided down her shoulder and brought her attention to her firm breasts. She couldn’t see any fat just the curves outlining her body and her newly shaved legs that felt as sleek as the silk. Stacy looked at herself for a while and realised if this was a film she. " Oh, Mom! You need to get out more, and you can't have eaten already. Won't you change your mind?" Sheri asked."No, really, I can't, but don't let me hold you two up. I'm sure you must be famished." Maybe tomorrow night then?" Ward said, rising."Perhaps..." Donna replied indecisively, weariness clearly evident in her tone."Well, if I can't change your mind, we'll be going..."Donna walked with them to the front door, then stood in the open doorway until they had disappeared over the bridge,.