We have a flat-bed scanner so we can send images of documents as well. Our graphics manipulation program is proprietary, but it can import and export ...AX documents easily enough." If you say so," I said, laughing, having no idea what "FAX" was.Aimee's face dimpled as she laughed, herself, realizing how she must sound to a person that wasn't attuned to the lingo. I had the germ of an idea on how Aimee could teach me about computers, but filed that thought away for later as I continued to look. Today, she adds something new to the missionary position. Not innovative, just something I haven’t seen Mom do before. She laced her fingers behind her neck.Such a small, almost effortless change, but it changes everything. Her armpits hair is exposed, a turn-on for me.This pose lifts her ribcage and her breasts lift, too. Not dormant on her rib cage or flaccidly leaning on her upper arms at her sides. They’re proud, fuller, rounder. Arrogant breasts. This pose tautens her belly, arches her. I told my Mom the stuff you told me about the nurse."Heather's eyes widened. "Diane, you didn't!" she said in a lower voice.Diane cringed. "I'm sorry, but... b-but my mother really knows when I'm upset about something and I had to tell her..."Heather took a quick, deep breath. She felt a chill come over her. "Okay, what happened, Diane?" My mother decided to talk to the school about it. They wouldn't talk to her over the phone, so she went down herself yesterday morning..."Oh no! Heather. The pool was one of those tropical paradises. High temperature water, random whirlpools, lots of (fake) palm trees, you name it. It was one of those fun pools where there is places for everyone, and most of all places to relax. I had positioned myself in one of the whirlpools at the edge. It was probably the one furthest from the entrance and therefore the quietest one. Today was no exception, there weren’t many people in the pool to begin with. I guess it helps to go on quiet days like Tuesday.