The doorbell rings and I hear my mother answer the door with: “Danny! Hi! Come on in,” (yes, I’m 25 and still live at home… I’m getting my s...cond degree, so this makes it cheaper), and Danny’s response: “Hi aunty! Is Teens ready?” I shout down that I’m just about done, and finish up, hearing Danny engage my mother in conversation. He is telling her about hockey practice and his new business. As I make my way down the stairs, I hear my mother telling Danny about my studies… and how I don’t have. I was wearinga white dress, which meant it was another photo from the second shoot. Iremembered the dress well. It was the first dress I'd ever worn thathinted at cleavage. The padded pushup that I had worn did its job well,and I looked much bigger than I really was. Coupled with the dress weresilver jewelry and a silver headband that they had put in my hair. Thepose had me facing the camera with my head tilted slightly upward.Coupled with the white dress and silver headband, I looked. She stood there at the entrance to the closet, high-lighted by the flickering candles in the bedroom, dressed only in black sheer thigh-top stockings and black stiletto-heeled shoes. Her brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun, giving her beautiful face a more severe appearance. Gerry had also applied a light amount of make-up to her dark, penetrating eyes and on her cheekbones, accenting her aristocratic features, and making herself look even more like a true Goddess. She waited patiently. She gave me this soft smile then leaned close and started to kiss my jawline, before grapping an ice cube from her cup, and ran it slowly up and down my neck, making me gasp a little, and break out in goose bumps as I shivered. I didn’t know why she was doing this, but I had to admit, that I liked it. Her teasing and flirting. She winked at me, pulling away before we were caught, and blushed a little. “I left you a present on your pillow.” She whispered, then scampered out of the room, leaving.