“Good girl ... Hello love, it’s not raining too hard is it?” Glenys a satisfied and demure brown haired lady greeted Frank Barnes in the hallway... “She’s gone to shower.”Frank nodded, tossed the car keys on a table, returned the kiss and retired to his study. He switched his TV on, thinking that was good timing, flicked a switch and emailed his golfing buddy Ken Thomas. Glenys got on with her needlework.Natalie, tossed her tablet on the bed took off her shoes and checked her device for messages.. Putting Marcy in the store front had been such a great idea,it was entertaining and so many more people had looked at her store thanusual. So far non had made the effort to enter though, but that wasalright, a little publicity went a long way. Gossip was bound to spreadand as it spread people were bound to get ideas.Some guys looked fascinated, an embarrassed look she recognised aswanting to be the one in that dress. Linda was nearly certain thesewould check out her online store, not daring to. She's got far bigger tits than me,and is a touch taller. The same big grey eyes, and she's brunette, whereas I have spent most of my adult life dyed blonde.So the first night of our trip we got rather drunk together, and my mom probably crossed the lineof what was appropriate to tell your daughter.I adored my late father, and the horrible man my mom married afterwards, known as H, I thoughtwas the most digusting creature I had ever met. But. The is always a but. Apparently, inhis younger days,. The complex was rectangular, with a pool and patio inside the box. Each apartment had its own entrance, as well as sliding doors opening onto the common area. There were a few other single parents in the complex, all but one of the female variety, and half of the other residents were divorced women. I'll be completely honest, here: That was definitely a factor in my choice of residence. A single parent has to take the duties of raising a kid - especially a bright, attractive and precocious one.