She pulled her jacket closer to her body, and crossed her legs at the ankles. Her jeans were worn and comfortable and the fleece jacket helped keep th... chill away. Her eyes closed and her mind played back the images of just a few hours ago. She had heard the noises coming from upstairs. She had known what they were, and yet a small part of her a fraction of her held out, trying to convince her that it wasn’t happening again. As she topped the stairs, she had left herself. Tara’s body was just a. Her head was turning from side to side as if looking for someone she knew. She smiled and nodded at a couple all girl tables, stopping at one to chat for a few moments ... it seemed the briefest of connections.After slowly passing through the occupied tables, she stopped at an empty one off to the side and sat at an angle that faced away from the tables she'd just passed through.Off by herself like that ... it didn't fit my mental image of her at all. Was she coming late to dinner to meet me,. I have no idea where he got it.’ She turned her back to him. ‘I’m probably wearing half a million dollars of rock tonight. Maybe more.’ ‘Don’t you wonder…?’ She looked toward the basement stairs, down the hall. ‘I wonder,’ she said quietly. Danny fumbled a bit with the catch of the necklace, then reached around her shoulders to encircle her slender throat. The dress was sleeveless and low-cut in front and back. ‘No bruises,’ he said. ‘No,’ she agreed. ‘This catch is tight, but I guess you. Daddy slipped up the stairs, found Wendy and me in a puppy pile, and woke us both."It's Mr. Medawar. Wendy, he'd like to speak to you," relayed Dad. "Wendy, the phone is in the living room. It's long distance. Please hurry."Wendy yawned, stretched ... her flannel PJ's clung to her newly developing breasts. She saw me looking at her chest and looked down."I wonder when that happened? Those weren't there yesterday." She mused, "I suppose I'll be a woman soon." She gave a big sigh."The phone,.