?? I just sincerely apologized and said I got carried away… I was quiet and she was too. I changed the topic and we talked .when we departed to our ...ooms I sincerely apologized again (as I felt I made a fool of myself) she said its ok.After having a shower I was watching a porn movie on the DVD when I got a call at 2 AM and it was she, she said she was terribly depressed and crying. I did not know what to do as it was not right to go to anybody room in night .I tried explaining her it was of no. Becky finally looks over at me and asks, “So, what do you think I should do with the house?” I think about that for minute and then tell her, “If it was me, I think I would just have the attorney sell it. I would not want to be in that neighborhood anymore, everyone knowing what had happened and constantly being a reminder of it, let alone the house itself. But that is just me.” Becky looks at me and says, “Very good insight honey, I was thinking along the same lines myself.” “I will have the. “Come on,” I went on, “get dressed. I’ve got paper and a pen in my backpack, you can make a start. Just write down what you remember as you remember it. While you get started I’ll ring the woman in Chicago and arrange to go and see her.”I walked through to the other room, opened my backpack and pulled out a pad of A4 paper and a couple of pens. When I got back, Cal had begun to get dressed, and I dropped the writing materials onto the desk by the window, then walked back to the other room,. I kept silent, afraid to say anything that might break the spell and cause her to cover up again. I studied her nipples. They were generally in proportion to her breasts, although possibly a little smaller than average, and they were a nice medium brown, with a clear definition of where they started and where they stopped. She would turn heads in a crowd if she were to wear a see-through blouse.I looked at her face. She was trying hard to look like she was focused on her work.I wondered if she.