”“I’m glad you’re doing well, but I suppose the journalists will be swarming around again today.”“No, the whole village has kept the date ...f the funeral strictly secret. Obviously you’re an exception. And so is a young lad representing the Coombe Ottery Advertiser. In return for a promise to be discreet, he’s getting an exclusive which he can syndicate to the national newspapers. He’s taken photographs of the church and he’s giving me copies. It’s never been so beautifully decked out.”I looked. ”Each woman would get fairly close to me and then lift her arms up high causing her dress to ride up to the top of her panties or higher. After a full minute they would lower their arms and climb the stairs to go to the bathroom.When Mom approached us she knew what was expected of her. Mom lifted her arms to let me see her panties. Lots of pubic hair was sticking out of the leg openings. But the best part was that Mom’s panties were tucked right into her slit just about as far as they would go.. When did..." Cindy came running back throwing her arms around me kissing me on the mouth and hugging me."I take it you like the new bedroom set?" Like hell, I love it!" We walked into the bedroom where I hung up the clothes that I had in my arms, turned to see Cindy sprall out on the new bed, roll over to her back to face up for a moment before sitting upright, look around at the rest of her bedroom decore, "I cannot believe you kept this hid from me till now. How long have you had it here?". Then, just to show her I wasn't like the others, I sat down next to her. I didn't think all this out or anything. It was just done on instinct. It was just the way I had been raised."And then I came here and met you," she said. "And you were a breath of fresh air. You were exactly what I needed. It was like I had come out of a dark, smelly cave, into a field of flowers in the sunshine."I got embarrassed, primarily because, like she couldn't forget her belief that part of her had enjoyed that.