Mama was overcome with the emotion she felt though. I had to grab her, and help her down into my chair. She had almost fainted at the news. Gerta move... me out of the way, understanding much more than I ever could, how much this news would affect Mama. The two women hugged for a long time, with Mama weeping softly, as Gerta lovingly patted her back, like you would do, to comfort an injured or upset child.It only took a few minutes for Mama to recover and get her emotions back under control. . 'Susan waited for a moment but, there was nothing else. "Why wasn't there anyone listening to this?" she thought to herself. Then she noticed a boot underneath the desk. Looking closer, she saw that it was attached to a leg and then a body. The operator had been killed and just dumped there.This didn't feel right anymore. She knew she hadn't done this, so either there was someone else here, or somebody was working two sides. Checking the body, she found he had a pistol. She took it, checked. ***The next morning, I went into the kitchen to start some coffee while my wife jumped in the shower. As I sat down to take a look at the paper, Kristen came bouncing into the kitchen with a tight T-shirt and shorts on. Her breasts were very obviously pushing against the front of her tight shirt, and my mind raced to the previous night where I had stared at her naked ass in hope off seeing her breasts. It was sheer torture to be looking at her like this, and she ceased to be my daughter.. Rain-drenched nakedness,Hands on soft flesh,Rounding their way,Over her cute petite breasts,They slide, they explore,In search of more and more,Fingers running deep,Where the rivers of rain seek.With the wind it playsLoosening up falling away,Rolling down upon her back,The hair of the deepest black,Heavy drops, rolling on,Rolling down, rolling round,Merging with the fingers deep,Searching where the rivers of rain seekDripping wet lips,In-between which,A finger is slipped,With a tightening.