November 6-Met with Canin'Connie again, I weighed in at 146, which I explained as having had to chow downat the Bowieville Prayer Breakfast for Orphan...Albinos. Connie told me that therewas no excuse. She is an intimidating woman with short blond hair and huge titssmacked into a tube top. Before I could ask her weight, Connie had pulled mydress up and my panties down and given me eight welters with her bamboo cane.As I cried, on my knees, panties at my ankles, Connie advised me to carry myown. Anna Pearson was a few feet away, working on her roses. A broad hat protected her from the sunlight, but her tall frame was already bronzed from many hours of dedication to her flowers. She wore a white, baggy, sleeveless blouse, and red shorts that reached almost to her knees, one foot was encased in a walking boot and she leaned on two crutches. She was Chris’ old German teacher, who came to Lawrence many years before as the bride of a professor, widowed relatively young, and raised a family. What little time she has left, she spends with Nick, which is why we don’t see much of them except for Saturday nights.”“OK. Have a good breakfast with the boys, and I’ll see you tomorrow morning!”The three of us kissed, and Kara and I headed home. We drank tea and relaxed until I needed to leave for breakfast at Alex Saunders’ bistro. After I returned home, we joined my sister and Sofia to go to karate. Kara did some very light exercises while the rest of us did our warm-ups, and then she. I talked to several people, but somehow it was always Emma I ended up talking with.In a group of clever people, Emma stood out as clever. When she wanted to be a modern bluestocking –conversation about econometrics, baggy clothes, metal rimmed glasses with small circular lenses - she could be. But there was also something sensual about her. She had an attractive face without trying to be attractive, and a shape that most heterosexual men think feminine: curves full breasts and a bottom you.