Sometimes Mum seemed to be glaring out into the room and saying, “Don’t mess with me. Don’t mess with my girls!” Did I mention sometimes Mum c...n be scary? We never posed for the painting of course, Mum painted it from out of her head. It’s a really good painting.I ran my fingers along the wooden frame, letting them explore the texture of the wood. Then when I was directly under the middle of the painting, I did what I have done countless times before. I dropped my hand and turned my back on it.. Finally got her permission to post pics vids and tell the story.My coworker, Anne is 29 year old white single mom. B cup. Firm and perky and tiny sexy body. Anne started working at my firm in Jan 2016. We work together as sales associates. She always wears these sexy tight skirts to work. I often would wonder what she looked like underneath those sexy cloths.During her first few months I found Anne to be very sweet and shy, not the typical personality for a sales position. One night. . fiddle ... fiddle. She pulled her hand away, again tracing her finger along the edge of her blouse, pulling it up and away.She opened her eyes again. “Let me know when we get near the corner,” she asked quietly, referring to the point far ahead around which we should sight the island we were heading for our lunch break.I nodded, not questioning why she was almost whispering. I knew that Dad would turn around and announce the island as soon as he saw it and might find it odd that Mom was. Does that answer your question ... Master?"She gave me a smile that rivaled the sun in its intensity and my heart simply melted. She had just said that whenever I got around to asking her to marry me, she would gladly do so. I was flying high!The raid, I guess you'd call it, on the Kostas house took place the following day, Saturday, in the early evening. Mrs. Kostas had indicated that Mr. Kostas would be out of town for two days on a very important weekend appointment that he could not miss.