"Caroline?" No, dear. Jean Carnoustie. Are you waiting for a call?" No, er, well sort of." You don't sound yourself. Is something wrong?" No, at least...I hope not." Can I help?" No, it's just..." It became too much for her and she burst into tears.Jean waited. She could just have put the phone down but she was a compassionate soul. That plus her welfare training made her hold on. She might not be able to help Moira practically but she might be able to comfort her. Eventually Moira was merely. She practically ran from the building, head down so no one would see her tears. She headed for Central Park and sat at one of the many benches as she calmed herself, when a nice man with spiky blonde hair sat next to her. "Are you ok?" He said and Olivia shook her head, unable to make out words. "Want to talk about it?" He said, a complete stranger, and yet Olivia raced through the story, telling him every detail, and he nodded and questioned and was everything a man should be. "Well I can see. Willow WolfTail, OB/GYN." Her face was round and her lips were small, very red, and very kissable. Her hair was long, straight and a deep black. She was a young woman, late twenties, probably fresh from medical school. A wedding ring glinted on her left hand."Hi, I'm Doctor Willow," she greeted friendly."I'm Mark and this is Mary, my fiancee," I said. She barely looked at me her eyes devouring Mary. A flush darkened Willow's face and her tongue moistened her suddenly dry lips."Pleased to meet. " She told me to call he Ms. Mandy because aunt made her sound old. We entered the back door to see my Uncle Jack on his hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor. He greeted us but did not get up saying he was almost done."This is one of the jobs that will be yours; I expect this floor to sparkle every morning. Follow me I'll show you your room."I walked up the stairs behind mesmerized by her rear end. Her ass looked big and round yet so firm I stared at the two dimples just above her leotard.