He still has to learn a lot about how to treat women and me if things are going to work for us. The emotion is there but the living is still to be det...rmined. He does have a good touch but I can keep my head."Mallard called us then saying that they would check out the airport while we circled. We acknowledged them. As we circled, I said, "I hope that answered all your questions." I grinned. More soberly, I said, "No one has even heard much of the story of that day. Primarily, it's known that I. "Who are you?" Where are you, baby? The North Pole. I heard a snap of her fingers and the room was filled with light. It was an enormous room, with dark, hardwood floors covered with various rugs. There was a beautiful Persian rug underneath the dining area that adjoined the shiny stainless steel kitchen, and a deep blue, shag rug beneath the furniture that was grouped around the fireplace. It was a peninsula of a room, in fact; the windows on three sides looked out on the snow, with only one. Sleeping accommodations for the kids was a series of cots set up in the living room and den, side by side by side, bunkhouse style. Girls in the living room. Boys in the den. After the usual day of family activity... sightseeing, shopping, visiting local relatives, etc., we all returned to the house and prepared for an early bedtime. Grandma and Grandpa were early to bed, early to rise kind of people. So.... when in Rome... off to bed we went. Cots were set up and everyone retired to their. “If I showed them to you right now, would you ... you know?” she asked.“I don’t know,” I said, honestly. “This is kind of sudden. I had all day to think about seeing the others, and then ... there they were.”“But you might?” Her voice was almost pleading.I nodded.She stood up and whipped off her T shirt. Just like that. Her panties were high rise bikini’s too, but were plain blue cotton. They puffed out in front, looking a little odd. Tabby’s breasts were most like Aunt Christy’s, being round,.