The k** was a pitiful, painful mess--but she would be fine, eventually. Her doctor felt she was well enough to go home the next day so our HMO would n...t pay for her to stay. I was alone with a 15 yr. old girl who could not dress, shower or go to the bathroom unassisted. It sure would have been nice (real fucking nice) to have a loving wife/mother there to help. It was clear that Susan felt the same way. The separation and pending divorce were bad enough. But She felt her mom would be there when. It was suited to her I found myself thinking; neat and functional with little touches of warmth, just enough to make the room comfortable without lending an air of clutter. Unlike my parent’s bookshelf, Mrs. Vandermeer’s held only neatly filed books. There were a few family photos on one side of her desk and some tasteful art on the walls. The carpet was plush and matched the pulled back drapes. A sheer softened the sunlight. A pair of bouquets in vases added splashes of color.She was seated at. And she was toataly anti-sex offender. She hated c***d m*****er with a passion. But when she returned form changing, she had changed her whole wardrobe. We were going into town with her later in the day, and it seemed she had changed for that ahead of time. She wore a demun mini skirt, that was clenching her bottom like a magnet. And a grey tank top, with no bra, for obvious reasons, That pushed her boobs up, and her nipples were poking on out. I started at her as she ytped on the. Ilaughed and said, "You are making me spin just like Bugs made Elmerspin." Soon the sheet reached the floor and she pinned it like a hem. Iremember looking down and seeing my sparkly red toe nails peeking out atthe bottom of my "dress." I told my mom I needed to put my heels on andshe said to go get them. They were hidden in the back of my closet. Icame prancing back swishing like I had seen women do in the movies."Okay glamour girl, we need a few last touches. She produced some danglyearrings.