However the weather was playing it’s tricks and what was the bane of females going braless and not many do these days, her small breasts professed l...rge lumpy nipples, nurtured to a full stand by the cool air wafting round Pixie. Even the material of her shirt which wasn’t a real summery fabric, couldn’t mask her buds, the pockets not intruding over them – thankfully Art thought - and the pint of bitter, packet of pork scratchings and Pixie was a satisfying snippet of leisure timeIn contrast, a. I felt sick to my stomach and felt so ashamed and felt like they could see into my soul. I managed to get out the words, Im going to be sick. . . and before I said anymore I had to roll on my side and I threw up onto the floor. The nurse tried to hurry over with a bowl but it only caught a little at the end of my purge. I felt even more ashamed having just hurled onto the floor. I said, Im sorry, and started to cry. Its okay honey, the nurse replied, it happens, dont worry about it. And she. God knows how many hits it'sgoing to have. God knows how I'd be punished if it doesn't get enough.God knows if I'm even supposed to think about God. I sit down andstarted eating, trying to avoid tasting the food. I think back to theother things I've read in the diaries -- cheer practice, dance recitals,who knows what they have planned for me tonight?"She went online or watched TV or chatted...but we tried to stop boredomas we wanted her to be happy. You'll love this...I'm going to take you. ”“I am sure there is a tale there.”“I wouldn’t spoil it for James and Kathy to tell it to you,” I replied.As much as I would have liked to get away and try the portal it simply was not going to happen. I was family and any one with me was family. There was no way that any of the others were going to be denied to opportunity to see family. Martha had a way about her; you just didn’t want to argue with her.So, we had lunch together and the stories began. They would grow in content and detail as.