She must have seen no cars and stuck her head in the door. "Back here," I yelled.Tami walked into my bedroom before I remembered that I hadn't made my...bed. Well, she had to find out I'm a slob sometime. I was sitting at my computer typing."Answering your fan mail?" Fan mail?" I figured that since you and Robbie have won three games now, the fan mail should have started." She stood behind me and looked down at the screen."The closest we've come to fan mail is Coach Branson from the High School. It seemed strange waking up and going down for my morning coffee without even having to cover up allowing my morning wood to swing freely without constraints.Ahh the coffee was good and I rolled a few cones ready for the day before my morning shower, I decided to lay out my silky boxers as I wasn’t expecting any visitors and they feel so good chilling out in as that is what I had planned.I don’t know why but I went into the back bedroom which reminded me I needed to do the laundry but something. " Okay, I'll give it a try. Once I have on the underwear, do you want mein my heels and jewelry as well for the photos?" Yes, just come out and we'll get some cute shots. Then we can get thedress on and comb out your hair."I did as the ladies asked. It was a bit of a struggle getting the tightgirdle up to my waist. I'd hate to imagine what bigger women did back inthe fifties with such a garment. It gave me a well-defined profile, witha narrow waist and cone-shaped breasts .The rest went more or. Though Mary knew she had no time to focus on that. She had to get herkids up and ready for school, first of which was going to be herdaughter. As she walked into her room, she smiled a bit. Her daughterhadn't changed at all, though she had the least drastic change. Her roomwas still the one of a 17-year-old girl, covered in pictures of herfriends, stuffed animals, clothes, and a few of her more closet nerdyinterest memorabilia such as Star Wars and DC. Though as she looked atthe pictures, the.