”“And Susie?”“She’s doing well. Still in college. No real change otherwise.”“It sounds like things are going really well for the kids wh... escaped.”“I heard that Kent van der Meer is pastoring a small house church,” Kara said.“That sucks,” I said. “The man is truly dangerous.”“Mom told me that four families from Grace started a new church and asked him to be their pastor. Now that Sandy is over eighteen, I guess being Hester Prynne doesn’t matter anymore.”I shook my head and remained silent. We made them a light charcoal so they would go with anything. Wash them like anything else. If the crease comes out, bring them back. If they wrinkle bring them back. We'll question you on how you washed and wore them."I had to ask, "How did you cut them to sew?"She casually said, "Easy, laser." And how did you sew them" More lasers. The pockets are the same material, only white. These are sewn with our latest lasers. That is, we laser holes for the stitching and then use a laser-aligned needle. It was the degree of her anger that startled me. It wasn't the first time I'd drawn her ire for something I'd done, but I found myself now hoping that it wouldn't be the last time either."You're the one who set all of this in motion, Tina. Didn't you stop to think that it was possible that something like this could happen? Instead of being pissed off with me, you should ask yourself what him buying your paintings for that much money must mean to him? As for the rest of it, I'm not about to. Evelyn lowered herself back down so her naked breasts touched B’s chest. He reached down with one hand and popped his penis out of his boxers. With the other, he touched the top of her breasts, feeling their softness and warmth. “There you go honey,” she cooed. “How does that feel? Just get it out of your system.”Such large breasts had never found their way into B’s hands before, and he was infatuated with them. He continued to rub his arching morning hardon with one hand and fondle Evelyn’s.