. she’s my age ... I, at least, have a job.”“She does.”“Does?”“Have a job. She’s my daughters nurse.”“She’s a nurse?”“Wet nu...se.”“What the hell is a wet nurse?”“Portable milk factory,” said Myndee from the back seat. Abby was burrowed into a nipple and softly slurping away.“You had your baby?”“This is Abby ... David’s child,” she nodded at me. “I lost mine.” The sadness was there.“Abby? Any relation to Just Abby?”“Our daughter.” I continued, “Abby died in childbirth.”“Wow ... I’m really. No ma'am." Mary, please." Mary... I just turned eighteen but I have another year to go in high school. My mom tells me that I was a preemie baby and had some developmental problems. She waited a year before she registered me for school." No lasting problems I hope," she said sincerely."No. I'm fine... maybe just a little too shy," Ryan said and felt his face turn red."Shy is cute," the pretty woman said with a twinkle in her eyes. "Are you going to college after high school then?" I'd like to. He can’t get as much leverage as he could when I was standing, but it still feels like a thousand bees have stung me there all at once. I start to collapse to my belly on the mattress, but his arm goes around my waist, holding me up, and before I can even attempt to close my legs he swats me again, and then a third time. The intensity of the pain rips through me and I lose track of my senses, feeling nothing else.I don’t know how much time has passed—perhaps only seconds—when I feel his hands. ( she doesn't wear a bra around in the house at night, so i get a good look at them.) I took a vacation day one day couple weeks ago, and woke up about 9:30 or so. I walk down the hall and can hear her in the kitchen talking to her little dog. I walked on in and there she was sitting at the table, smoking, in her silky night gown. She blurted out, "thought nobody was here. Did you take off?" I smiled and said,"yea. needed a day off." My eyes were glued on her tits that were barely in her gown..