The last six months had been such a crazy time and she had cried too much for too long. In five days' time it would be the twins' birthday, their sixt...enth... if they were alive... Linda breathed out deeply, making a tremendous effort to pull herself together.The detective in charge had allowed Linda to speak to no one, not even to Mom or Dad. Anyway, from what she could tell from her reception when she came home, her parents didn't seem to want to talk to her. Dad had consciously looked away. ’. She would understand, She would know what was going to happen, She new that it was going to be a great evening. She knew because every time I lead her on, I wasn’t about letting up, slowing down or really even thinking straight, it was all about passion and the feelings that can only be felt between a man and a woman in their most intimate and most primal state. My phone vibrated and I read Her reply, which was just as simple and just as meaningful as mine, ‘Really now? ;)’.The cleaning and. . h-help me? Nobody can... !" Settle down... tell me about it!... Maybe that'll help!"Shame flooded through her. How do you tell someone that your husband was out there... making love to another woman? How do you communicate your own depraved fall, your loss of chastity that may have driven your husband into the arms of another woman... and how do you tell another person that your heart is breaking... that all you wanted was love, the love of your own husband? She couldn't! There was nothing. She had been so excited when she found that fancy bra in her size (34F). The thong had a lace front and if you had your face right down there you could see through to her blooming red rose tattoo.Over the underthings, she had on a long-sleeve white shirt that was cropped, nearly see-through, and easily showed her purple bra beneath. On the bottom, she wore a plaid high-waisted mini-skirt. White knee socks and a pair of Mary Jane’s complimented her school-girl look. Lots of blue eye shadow all.