Her husband Bert had some work to do around the house that he could not put off any longer.I was anticipating another sexy night on the phone with my ...on. It was a little after 11:00 when we looked at each other and knew it was time. I went to my bedroom to get undressed and put my nightgown on. I did not bother with panties anymore. I settled into bed and picked up my phone, and dialed. John picked up immediately, “You ready, Honey?” I asked.“Yeah, I just got in bed. What do you want to talk. I would have thought you'd have died ofembarrassment allowing your sister to help you adjust your new bra." I'm sorry!" It's a little too late to be sorry now, you fucking little pantywaist. Italked with Auntie Gaile and we've agreed that since you like looking atscantily clad ladies, we'll provide you the opportunity to see how muchyou like it. You'll be taking some girly dance lessons, swimming inbikinis in front of the boys, dressing and makeup to make you the saucylittle tart you like. I do remember my mother crying every night for a long, long time after she told me he wouldn't be coming home any more. She told me later that, in my six year old style, I tried to make her feel better, telling her that I loved her and that it was going to be okay. That's what she always told me whenever something I thought was bad had happened. You know ... sc****d knee, fell off a chair, stepped on a nail ... that kind of thing. So, when I heard her crying I said the same things to her. As. I decided to stay in Hayley?s room, sitting in frontof her vanity table until I could find something to do.Suzanne came in before I could fall asleep due to boredom, I was restingmy head on my hand, glaring at my reflection in the mirror when sheasked, ?Lauren, what?s wrong??I shrugged and said the honest truth, ?I really don?t know what to doMum.??Well we can start with drying your hair, stay right there," Suzannerushed out the door and walked down the hallway to what I guessed washer room,.