Linda poured out a cup of coffee for herself and, holding it like a prop in front of her, she motioned with her other hand toward the front door. "You...kids go on and have a good time... And stop worrying about me." She hoped her performance was convincing, that they couldn't see through her and know what was really troubling her mind."O.K., Mom," Rick said as he took Karen by the arm, leading her toward the front door. "Mrs. Boyd will be here in a couple of hours... You've been alone long. I don't know why I bother. Crystal hasn't let a mistake show up in any of our reports or correspondence since that time I caught her purposefully inserting a typo or two in some reports when she first came to work for me. She admitted she did it because she'd had bosses that just wouldn't release a report until they found something wrong; I guess it made them feel they weren't doing their job unless they found something to piss about. I pointed out that my job was finished when I found someone. She went into the closet and returned with a black denim jumper and a hunter green tank top."I'm not going to wear a bra today," she said, as she pulled the top on and stepped into the short jumper.The two girls went into the bathroom and quickly fixed their hair, pulling it back into ponytails. They went downstairs and joined their brothers in the kitchen for breakfast.Jack and Tom were at the stove, cooking eggs and bacon. They had set the counter with plates and silverware and poured juice. I was proud myself."Matthew found us!" I beamed and Matthew reached over and pulled me into a one armed hug. He looked like he ought with a girl under each arm. Phoebe walked around the rail and started heading down the stairs. She was wearing a pink trimmed white t-shirt, her slave bracelets and nothing else. We must have roused her out of bed."Um, hi," Matthew said his eyes flitting to Phoebe's bare cunt."Good morning," She said and yawned, "Are you going to take me too?" Is that what you.