At this point, I also doubted my ownconfidence because these were people whohad known me for more than 6 years. Theymust know that I would probably fa...l the lasttest, they threw more light on the test,revealing that there would be no one will bein the room asides the girl and myself, noone will ever know what will happen behindthose doors. The truth of what happenedbehind the closed doors will be whatever Isay it is. They took me into the room,completely sound-proof, 2 chairs in thecentre of. Derek flopped his towel down and joined her."Yea, this beach really is beautiful," he agreed."Even with all the..." she leaned in and cupped her hand to whisper, "penises?" she giggled."Mom!" Derek gasped in disgust. "That's nasty. I mean besides that. The beach is nice." He shook off her comment and tried to continue, "Like the water is so clear and the sand is so soft, not like back home." And there are even some ladies for you to gawk at, or haven't you noticed?" she laughed. Miranda. Martha saw my mother as a good, conscientious, likeable woman. Martha cautioned me that I should not think my Mom didn't love me; but I should accept the fact that Mom might never be the mother I needed. Nor did I have even the memory of a father, mine having died when I was barely two. In my family circle there were few competent male figures; those that remained were simply worn out, resigned to life as dictated by others. My overbearing stepdad typified the opposite extreme of heedless. "Beg your pardon?" I didn't know if she hadn't heard me or if she was annoyed."I'm sorry but I was wondering if your, uh, if you ever ran out of milk." No I've never had that problem." Kim laughed and instantly put me at ease. "Actually most of the time I have way to much. You may not know it but when a woman's breasts become to full they really start to hurt. It's a dull ache that sometime, if she doesn't get relief, becomes really painful. Maybe you would understand it better if I explained.