At twenty-five years of age, she wasyounger, and leagues more stylish than the her dowdy grayingcounterparts. She wore skirts every day causing a grow...ng and pleasurablyuncomfortable realization of her shapely legs perched in her wondroushigh heels. There was something magnetic about these articles of clothingwomen like Miss Capwell wore, made more so by being off limits to men.The way the young teacher sat on her desk, crossing her nylon clad legs,made Lee understand he would spend his life. He took his time with each article of clothing, becoming aroused as more of her naked form was visible to him. His clothes were taken off hastily and thrown to the other side of the bedroom, until he was leaning over her, naked as the day he was born. He picked up a segment of orange and watched as her eyes followed the fruit, her hazel gaze inquisitive and wondering. He ran the fruit over her chest and breasts, leaving a sticky trail behind. He held the orange above her chest and squeezed. "Aw," she said to Barney, "You are so sweet," then gave him a kiss on the nose."I hate to tell you boy," Tracy added, "but that one there is no angel." Mom!" Carol exclaimed.Grif came to the rescue with, "Maybe he is looking at one sitting with you Carol."Barney "woofed." See there?" Grif said.Tracy said, "We don't believe in God and praying. My sister does. We just never had any use for religion." Does your sister tell you she prays for you?" Grif asked.Carol chimed in, "She prayed for all of. Just a way to fix my hair and after trying different styles settled on the one that looked the most business like.Tuesday July 7th 1710HrsDear Journal: At ten to five, I headed to the boardroom with four silk scarfs in my small clutch bag. The two others caught up with me and we went over the plan as we walked Izzy said she had three silk scarfs too. When we arrived, it was just after ten past and I pushed open the door. John was sitting relaxed in a big chair with two other men in chairs.