The almost clear sliding doors on the bathtub hid nothing as Barb said, "Could you just pull off her diaper and T-shirt before you hand her in? Check ...he diaper first so you don't get an ugly surprise when you pull it off."I sat Connie down on the counter and pulled her T-shirt off over her head, checked her diaper - all clean - then pulled the tapes loose and let it stay behind on the counter as I picked her up to hand to Barb. Barb was watching and slid the door open to take her, then said,. Little Brandon was done nursing and now crawled about the nursery with blocks in each fat fist. His wet nurse was still pulling her dress back up in the corner and the nursery maid had hunched over to clean an unidentifiable mess by the cradle. Brandon dropped his blocks and crawled to me. His fat fists flailed against my skirt and he squalled. “Ugh,” Wet spots, small as buttons, appeared on the front of my dress. The wet nurse, one fat teat still swinging nude, hurried to press a rag between. Paul was at a loss for her recent change.In deep thought he wondered, 'Is she depressed over our daughter finally growing up and leaving for college?' As his thumb unconsciously slid back and forth along the cup's rim, Paul realized, 'No, that can't be it. She's just developed this look over the last couple of months. Our daughter left over a year ago. Jan's been happy all along, not only for our daughter... but for us also. It's meant more spare time for doing some of the things we'd only been. He stood there still, not moving or saying anything. If Madam wanted to take her time, then just give it to her without any fuss. A minute or so later, she dropped the paper on his desk and stood up, straightened her perfectly ironed jacket and walked slowly towards Joe. He stood as still as the statue of Liberty. Joe snuck a look at her chest down to her thighs, absolutely enticing.Not even making as much as a flinch…or a blink, he maintained calm composure.Madam walked straight to him and.