I let Aimee remain topless, knowing that if I kept adjusting her top and she kept pulling it back down, she just might rip her dress. "Well, honey, th...nk about it. When you're older, they won't sag."My daughter gave me a blank stare. I could tell she was having trouble focusing. "They won' sag if the' fake, too," she pointed out, making an effort to sound lucid. It wasn't working.I sighed. "Well... aren't they sensitive?" I asked. "You might lose that if—"Aimee rolled her eyes. "Well, d'uh!". The room was dark with just about enough light to see by. Kayleigh virtually threw down our stuff, closing the distance to me with a bit of a trot. I replaced my hands beneath me and we both shared a wicked smile. She was immediately on my lap, wiggling her hips to settle herself down on me, as her hands stroked my chest. I was pushed back against the wall behind me, my head tilted back, and Kayleigh followed me. Our lips brushed, touched and lingered a little and I soaked up the delicious. I really do like reading more than partying. I suppose I always did; I just forgot. But I worry about my image, more than I should. Reading Shakespeare and getting good grades just is not done in my crowd." Actually, Soph, you do other things that I'd bet aren't done much in your crowd. And that's not even including having a preppie boyfriend." OK, what else?" Sophia chuckled."I'd bet not many of your friends are Beatlemaniacs. And then there's that whole thing where you know more about. Samantha hears the sound of the front doors closing and quickly grabs the towel rapping it around her still wet body.And runs to the window just in time to see Claudia's car pull away from the big house.Sam knows that she has only a few short hours to get her work finished.She dresses in her work cloths slipping into her jeans and shirt pulling her long blonde hair loosely in to a ponytail.Sam sets to work on cleaning the bathroom making sure that there is not a drop of water on any surface. .