It was just one more thing thatdistressed me. I could see him looking at my chest hair before I coveredit up, and I knew he must have hated to see a ...an with a hairy chest.I had always been very close to my mom and dad. When they both died on thesame day, I was so distraught for so long, I sought the advice and counselof Brian, an old friend who was a psychological ther****t. When Brian andI were c***dren, we would play around and jack-off together after school.We talked about sex a lot, but. As I was packing for the trip I made sure to bring my skimpiest bikinis, shortest shorts and skirts, and my hottest sun dresses even though I was going with my family. That didn't really matter to me because this was vacation time and I wanted to do what I wanted and show off my tight body to everyone there.I had never literally shown my naked body out in public or anywhere daring before but I did enjoy wearing revealing clothing like low cut shirts and tight-fitting clothes. The day had come. No judgmenthere. Anyway, I came in because Debbie wants you to stuff the cups withpanties. And she says you might as well not put your shirt back on." OK," Edith said, "I can help him out with that." She took out a couple ofsilky beige panties from her drawer and gave them to Hal."Here, you can tuck these in your bra cups," she said.Hal did as she said."Now he's got a chest!" Pamela said."What do you do at home, Hal?" Edith asked."Debbie got me some breast forms that I wear." Mark me. Her name is Kim, and his is Eddie. I had caught them together in our bed and Eddie had wiped the floor with me. All of the time he was beating me to a pulp, Kim kept saying, "Stop Eddie! He's not a quarter of a man you are. Get over here and fuck me." Those two sentences that she said over and over were like a thousand knives in my heart.She had run off with Eddie and left our young daughter and me alone. We never heard from her until ... that day. The day she rang the door bell and tried to.