She wore a C-cup bra and was quite proud of her breasts. Her low cut tops attested to this fact easily.She'd moved to the United States when she was ...lmost ten and despite her years in the States, she still sported a slight German accent. Growing up, she'd spent half a year in Germany and the other half of the year in Japan. Upon moving from Germany to America, and until she was eighteen, she'd spent half of her year in Japan. Her family traveled because of her father's employment. He had. A passing cafe's smell of grease made him remember that he hadn't eaten since breakfast, and he decided to try it out. He'd bought a newspaper on his way to work and not bothered opening it up yet, and he began to leaf through it as he waited for his meal, already sipping a cold beer.The majority of the paper he barely skimmed. He had zero interest in finance, and politics had become a samey blur of interchangeable names and faces, bills and changes that amounted to very little indeed. He. That was why she was willing to put her life on the line. She could hear my thoughts. Neeka came up and handed me the glass. I took a drink and looked at her and thought in words ten feet tall, "I love you." She put her arms around me and kissed me. She kissed real good. I was feeling faint again by the time she let me come up for air.I don't know if Mrs. Morgan thought she might have to pry us apart or if she just got tired of watching the show from a distance, but she was there when I opened. Brenda and I had certainly made the very best use of MY bed. Just once. Neither of us wanted to risk discovery.I caught her glance in my direction.“It’s a big empty bed, but it’s MY big empty bed,” she said.Ellie looked at me, then back at her mom. “Mom, you have friends. You have us. Don’t stay cooped up here by yourself. Get out. Have friends over. Have a life.”Son-in-law and I finished hauling in another load of boxes while Brenda and Ellie were putting things away.“Ellie’s really kinda.