She was not formally trained, Sara was regular army, but she was a lot better than most at the business of getting information. Because she was not Mo...sad, she did not enjoy the security precautions after discharge. When her name and picture got out she was targeted by a suicide bomber and had to leave. She picked the US. Here she met her husband who worked at the Long Beach port. Based on his income they could afford a middle class home, but they chose the apartment for the kids they planned. I’m eternally grateful for people making those kinds of mistakes. Aunt Paula was five-four with short blonde hair, a cleavage that she liked to show and an ass that you could set your watch to as she walked. Mom was tall, five-ten, slim in an athletic way with long dark brown hair that reached to between her shoulder blades. Aunt Paula’s vanity was her weakness, she wouldn’t consider walking around her house without make-up and had undergone eye surgery when her sight started to weaken. Mom was. She had done eyebrows and looking so sexy. I just said, “I can’t wait, mami,” and started kissing her lips She just pushed me and said, “ Let me brush and take bath dear.”Me: No need for itShe: Baby, Last day I ended the period. So need to take a bath.I agreed and she went to brush. Even I took my brush and started brushing. I had a plan to enter the bathroom with her for a bath. But after brush, she hurried to the bathroom and locked the door. I was shocked and asked her to open the door. But. "I just felt like it, that's all," I said in a huff. "Why do you have to question it?" I'm sorry," John said quickly. "I didn't mean to pry. It's just that ... this is all so different for you."For some reason I was nearly in tears. I got out a tissue and blew my nose."I ... I know," I said, haltingly. "I just felt like dressing up a bit, that's all. Isn't that okay?" Of course! Nothing wrong with that," John said. "You look absolutely fabulous, by the way. I was just wondering if maybe you'd.