Walking up to Mary, I place my hands on her shoulders and ask, "Why the sobbing Mary?" I'm not beautiful enough for my husband." Oh sweetie, I beg to ...iffer. You are gorgeous, and any twenty year old girl would be happy to have a body like yours."My hands gently and slowly glide over her skin, down her arms. My hand rests on hers, covering her mound as my other hand rests on her arm covering her breasts.Whispering in her ear, "Any man or for that matter, woman can see how gorgeous you are. They. All she finds inside the bag is her black bra with enough cotton to stuff the cups, black panties, and one of her every day, pull-over dresses.Jill smiles as she reads a note that Allie left for her inside:Walt likes plain girls. He doesn't like too much sexy lingerie. He'll like you in your everyday dress for your first date. He won't be wanting to fuck you. Give him a nice slow suck and he'll love you. Have fun!The envelope Walt gave her is still in her pants pocket, unopened, and she decides. You talk as if you had control of the situation, and had choices about how to respond. Were you that confident at the time?" Pretty much. There were a couple of moments when I didn't have much choice, but they lasted only a second or two. Those moments were with the two guys who didn't get broken arms; otherwise I would've broken their arms too. It's because I had choice that I had a moral dilemma. No choice obviously means no dilemma. I didn't tell the cops this, but I could've defended myself. Mom never could act the part of the disciplinarian."Let me knock some sense into the boy and then I will give a special kind of punishment to the Brenda," was Hank's response."You will do nothing of the kind. I will take Rob into our bedroom and give him a good talking to and I would like for you to do the same with Brenda since you seem to connect better with her," was Mom's answer."Okay. It's a deal," replied Hank and I just hung my head as I stood there in the pool. I knew I was in for more.