Part IIA day and night full of studying... At 1AM, I began to draw the bath.Steaming hot water, I had my towel wrapped around me, assuming I hadbreast... to hold it up, and it was failing me. Reality was catching upwith my fantasy world... Regardless, I leaned into the pool of water,and slowly settled into its warmth. John Coltrane was being blasted onmy CD player, and I had a glass of vodka to sooth my nerves. I sat inthe tub, washing the bubbles over my smooth skin, shaving any hair Ihad left. I'm just overwhelmed." When Anna brought us the idea, Mom and I tried to talk her out of it. Not because we didn't want her to do it, but because it's really her nest-egg. This represents everything she got from selling the house in Kokomo. But, son, Mom and I love that woman. If I never had anything else in my life to thank you for, I'd thank you for bringing her to us. I want you to know that when you move out, the three of us will probably move up to your big room. You have the best space in. The closet is empty.Throughout the half hour it takes her to do this, she keeps looking towards her phone to see if Donald is calling or texting her. But there is nothing, which does bring new tears to her eyes. She shakes her head at tells herself to be sensible, it is only a little over an hour since she left him.Next are her dresser drawers. Out go all of her panties and bras into a new pile, along with tops and pantyhose. And what is this? Even a girdle.Everything is in piles on the. As she ran past the space between the back room and the bathroom, she heard voices and caught a glimpse of two men out of the corner of her eye. It was Ben. And Peter. Daisy stumbled into the bathroom, fell to her knees and hung her head over the edge of the loo. She started crying and throwing up, the thick white cum splashing into the water and back into her face. She was dry-heaving for a long time, the stench and sight of the cum making her sick all over again, long after her belly was.