" Victoria Frances Bowers." She rolled it round in her tongue like tasting a fine wine. "I rather like that. Mrs Mark Bertram Bowers. I like that too....Golly, I never asked. Where does the Bertram come from?" My father's father." Sir Bertram Bowers Bart. That's a wonderful name." I've always liked it too. There were quite a number of Bertrams over the years actually." Are we going to call our son that?" It'd be rather fun and Dad would be thrilled but would it be fair on the boy in this day and. Also, my voice hadn't deepened as much as a lot of the other guys. Ithad always been rather high and when it did deepen it still was kind of,like, halfway between a girl's pitch and a boy's pitch. It's kind ofannoying because when I answer the phone and the caller doesn't know me,occasionally they'll refer to me as "Miss" so when the caller ID showssomeone I don't know, I'll try to pitch my voice a little lower when Ianswer.But there were a couple of areas of my body that, well, I couldn't. Pink hair and all but she's nice. She has good parents too. They came down over the summer. I've even got a business deal or two going on with the father. Amanda thinks her mother is a riot.Lisa, well did you know there is a professional softball team? Well there is and they are scouting her. But she wants to try for the Olympics. I say go for it no matter what. Guess I will have to get the expanded cable package to see my little girl play in the big leagues.Lane is doing well. Studying some. I finished, got off the roof, showered, and contemplated what I had just witnessed. It was fantastic.The next morning, I was going to repair my own roof. I was hoping for a repeat showing next door and was not disappointed. Viv was in the back yard again, but this time, she was on her back, a superb pair of tits pointing skyward. Viv had removed her top. Her breasts were nice and round with large silver dollar size areolas. They were a sight for sore eyes. Suddenly, she looked up and.