That was unnecessary."He smiled warmly at her. "I know. A lady's boudoir is a private place."She could not help herself but laughed. "Pompous barriste...."Andrew was cheered. Perhaps her earlier reserve and coolness were reaction.The clothes collection went without a hitch: three sets of everything with Katrina specifying the outer garments and Andrew looking for wide sleeved blouses. Jersey sleeves would stretch and should regain their shape when washed and ironed.Andrew had hardly got home when. Ive got breakfast waiting. I leant up and saw breakfast waiting. I got out of bed, walked over and ate breakfast with Mandy. After I ate, I showered, dressed and packed the car, Outside after packing Mandy said, Its a shame we have to leave. I looked at her, though I didnt want to show my real feeling, I said,Yes. then I went to the managers office paid my bill and we left shortly after that. The road was wet, so I took it slowly, until it dried up a bit. We were making good time, and we. Elaine turned forward and saw that they had arrived at her mother's house.There was a rustling noise from the back seat as Sandra and Jerome hurried to straighten their clothes. As soon as the car stopped in the driveway, Sandra pulled Jerome out of the car. She held his hand as she leaned toward the side window toward her daughter.Elaine saw that her mother's hair was a mess and her clothes were askew. Her blouse was hastily buttoned but in the wrong holes. Her skirt was twisted. "Mother!". "You love me, Ben, do you? So why do you encourage me to fuck Carl all the time?" The emphasis on the word 'fuck' could not have been stronger. She was really putting the knife in. And then she twisted it! "But at least he does want to fuck me, and not just watch someone else doing it!"Her remark was mortifying but it was no more than I deserved. I chose to ignore it. "Is it Carl? Are you in love with him?" I might have been, Ben. I was certainly very fond of him." There was a momentary wistful.