As she opened the box and in itwas a set of the most beautiful, natural looking mastectomy forms I had everseen. She explained that this set of DD for...s belonged to her mother who hadbreast cancer, was cured of that but died from another type of cancer andshe wanted Kathy to keep them in case she ever developed cancer, or donatethem to someone who needed them. Would you honor me and my mother by wearingthem this weekend? I was flattered! here was someone who was willing toshare something very. Like I thought, Dad was asleep, or should I say passed out, on the couch in the living room. The empty remains of a twelve-pack of Shiner lay scattered around the table and floor nearby. I didn’t see any evidence of food, so I doubted he had eaten anything. Again. This scene was becoming pretty routine.Dad would come home and hit the beer. If he wasn’t already half-lit by the time he got back, he didn’t waste much time in getting to fully-lit. He didn’t usually eat. I wondered if the calories. It was warm, and he took frequent breaks, during which he watched Mrs. M, as he called his boss, while she laid on a blanket watching her kids play in the water. The view was excellent, too. Mrs. M. had on an extremely scanty yellow spandex bikini with little daisies for trimming. The suit had a negligible bottom, which displayed most of her firm buttocks and the top consisted mainly of two small triangles of cloth held over her breasts with thin straps. At one point, Micky glanced out the loft. ‘You need your sleep.’ ‘Mmm, I’m not sorry.’ She pressed into him, her wetness obvious against him. ‘I need you more than sleep, and I want you.’ Her voice was soft and seductive in his ear. He moved atop her body, and looked into her face brushing the hair from her eyes, holding her head in the palm of one hand. She moaned, licked her lips, and opened her mouth to him to invite his kiss again. He lifted her head toward his face, meeting her mouth with the hard urgency of desire. Her arms.