Eventually the conversation wound its way around to their early days as a family. When Frank and Mary met, she was a young nurse. They fell in love an... got married, and their early life together was fairy tale perfect. Little Alison came along and Mary stayed at home to raise her. When Frank was drafted into the Navy, Mary chose to take Alison and herself and work for the Naval base hospital as a civilian nurse so the family could stay together. Life couldn’t be more perfect. They were young. Her body was large, shaped like a pear. Her steps nearly thudded on solid ground. I swallowed my uncharitable thoughts and took Luke into my arms. "Hush, Luke." He had not cried.Smiling, Mrs. Orchard greeted me. "She is a lovely child." Her voice lilted like a singer's. But it lacked breath. Inside this large body, a quiet person lived her life."Luke, Ma-am." I pretended to sputter."Oh dear, please forgive me!" She acted as if she had crushed a child's favorite toy."Of course. Please." I hefted. , bottles of drinking water, hand-towel, yoga mats, and skipping rope and sports shoes as mandatory. This junk of youngsters injected some fresh energy in me too and I also decided to wear young gym attire for these sessions. Next day I reached 15 minutes before time. I was happy to see all ready with the all the things. All the girls were in tight bottoms, few full tights, few capris and few knee length shorts with half sleeve tops few in tight tops and few in loose tops. The boy also was. Besides, you know I can't drive the boat on the trailer and launch it by myself." She was drying her luxuriously slow curled brown hair with a towel, wearing a pair of cutoff jeans that molded to her curvaceous backside and were dangerously close to being daisy dukes. Her clinging halter top lent the needed support to my mother's breasts, they being a healthy D cup in size, and left her tiny waist and flat stomach on display. With large sparkling green/blue eyes, a heart shaped face and pouty.