I had just flopped down on my bed after having sat in traffic for what seemed like days when my phone rang. It was Allison (who I now called ‘Al’ ...or short). I stretched over my chest of drawers to grab my phone and then rolled onto my back again before I answered. ‘Hey Al, how you doing?’ ‘Hey! I’m OK, thanks. How was school?’ (Al had never called it college, and I didn’t bother correcting her–and besides, it was cute.) ‘It was OK. There was a fight in class today and I saw an accident on. .. but I guess you missed that too.“Yes, very,” Merily says. “I doubt that you’ll find a captain willing to sail there without a substantial sum of money.”Penelope bites her lower lip. “Well, that’s the trick. I don’t have any...”Merily smiles again. It is friendly and warm. “That presents a challenge, but ... it’s not too incredibly hard to work through. There is always a captain crazy enough to sail there, but it might cost you.”Yeah, we know that cost all too well, don’t we?“I’ve been there. She reachedonto a shelf and I watched her turn a knob on what must have been ababy monitor. "I can't believe he's still doing this," Ivy said as shesat me on the changing table and looked at Janie.She blushed. "At least I can still work as an adult." But you're his wife, not a little..." she sighed as my dress waspushed up to expose the wet diaper."No, but compared to him I might as well be," she sighed."What's going on?" I asked, feeling a bit emboldened by some opencandor."My idiot brother. As I reached down to touch her, it was as if I was watching someone else's hands fumble with the ties on her pink bikini top. Untied now, I pulled it away from her soft white mounds, exposing her large brownish nipples. They were sticking up erect and hard (from an end-of-life climax at her moment of death?). I could not help squeezing and kneading her yielding, lifeless breasts. They were cool to the touch and so soft and pliant. I pinched her nipples softly, then harder, almost hoping she.