She needed to help herfigure as much as she could. She wore her tight black lace knickers, andbarely-black stockings. It was warm, a little hot for st...ckings, but shehated the freckles on her legs and did not want to draw attention tothem.Next came the black summer dress. It covered her shoulders and ended incap sleeves. It had a double skirt. It almost reminded her of the Ra-Raskirts she used to be so jealous of when she saw girls wearing themgrowing up.Lastly she put on her black 3 inch,. It was a romantic notion that wars ended once something decisive happened, but the truth was, only war movies ended like that. Homecoming was supposed to be that decisive ending. Still, he was disappointed when no one met him at the train station. He took a cab to the house he grew up in, but before he even walked up the steps, he knew his home was gone.His mother gushed, and cried, hugging and kissing her 'baby' over and over, and was then pretty much useless after that. She tried, he'll give. ”If I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, it became clearer when she got up and bent over, trying to straighten an already perfectly straight towel, making sure I could get a nice look between her legs at her rosy, sweaty labia and curly dark pubic hair that clung to it damp. She stayed in that position longer than necessary, then straightened up and turned around, acting embarassed. “Oh my,” she said, as she saw me looking at her. “I hope I wasn’t baring myself.”I shrugged, smiling. “It’s. I didn’t want to lose my reputation as ‘Mr Fixit’.“Well, now it’s safe, I’m going for a bath” said Toni.I nearly offered to scrub her back, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to annoy or offend. Fiona was bending over, looking in the freezer for something, Her jeans stretched tight over her bottom. That was precisely the kind of view I didn’t I didn’t want to offend people with. The views along this stretch of coastline were amazing (a line I’d used to my mother too). I wasn’t only meaning the sea.