.. like at all... but it was home.Marta followed her in and looked around at the humble home the girl had made for herself. Amelia couldn't tell what ...arta thought of her home due to her blank expression, but she did seem to look at everything very closely.“Come and sit,” Amelia said, hoping she didn't sound like she was ordering her around. Amelia offered her the chair as she passed it and plopped down comfortably on her bed, since there was nowhere else to sit. Marta hesitantly sat down in. All the events from the night before, however, still rang in her mind. She had overdone on the wine, maybe a little, but she could not use it as an excuse for what had happened. Instead, it was her selfish needs that had allowed her to be so easily seduced. And on the couch nonetheless, Jennifer shook her head, remembering how shamelessly she had acted the night before.Climbing out of bed, Jennifer walked towards the bathroom and instantly shed her nightgown as soon as she stepped through the. I pinged her after formal startups, I said sorry to her. She asked for the reason. I told her, sorry for staring at her like that in office. She said it was her mistake to for not wearing dupatta properly.I understood that she is not worried about my behavior. She thanked me for being so open in talking. After that, we used to chat regularly at night after office hours. Even in the office, we both use to go for lunch or tea. Whenever I get a chance, I used to stare at her cleavage, when she. "You have done well, anyone mightthink that you liked being my daughter." She held my wig in her handsand I scowled as she placed it on my head and adjusted it carefully."Perfect." She kissed me on the cheek and handed me my white handbag."Your monthly pocket money is inside, two hundred pounds. I bet younever got that much pocket money in your old life. Don't buy anythingthat Eleanor wouldn't buy."I nodded and spoke and my voice still sounded like a girl. "Mother,please could I contact my.