”Looking over at my sprawled out daughter with her come hither stare in full focus, I shook my head and gave him my total concentration.“Did you r...ply?” I asked. “Do you have a location?”“The computer that sent it seems to be turned off; I tried once already,” Chuck said. “But I think I can pin it down; the email wasn’t encoded or anything.”“Don’t send any message until I get there,” I said, grabbing for my clothes before I even hung up.“Do you want me to join you,” Stacy asked.“No,” I said. She said she had connections at the FDA and a small pharmaceutical company in Philadelphia that had accidentally stumbled onto a something that might work as a treatment for my disease. She explained that she might be able to get me into an experimental test for the d**g. She didn't know if it would work at all and further they had no idea if it would make me worse or have horrible side effects. But I was dying and my mother quickly signed the consent form. It was a shot in the dark.There were. So far so acceptable, but then I felt his hand slowly and tentatively sliding up from resting against my hip, towards my bust! He was pretending to be asleep and making it look accidental. What to do? I was frozen. I didn't want to have a row, and I was also intrigued. What would he do? Would he lose his nerve – could I just let him carry on? Well, yes I could. I amazed myself but let him continue his exploration, part of me was amused at his cheek!So, slowly and gently (probably so as to not. Timmy's large bra and whitelace trimmed nylon camisole now easily visible through the sheer whitefabric, the jutting forms jiggling as Timmy moved to pull the passengervisor down. The mirror appeared and the light lit the front. Timmygasped as he powdered his face smooth and then he hesitated as he startedto roll the tube of gloss red lipstick up."Go ahead, get that lipstick on," Ned said with satisfaction. He alreadynoticed Timmy's pedicure through the nylons in the high heels. Henoticed.