Allison had small curves, just enough on top and a medium size ass. Her daughter had a super size ass and was wearing a very baggy sweat shirt and jac...et. I could not tell her exact breast size but it had to be big, she could not zip up her jacket all the way.I could not wait to see her in a bikini, and a close second her Mom. I just closed my eyes as they talked non stop to Jamaica. I felt the landing gear go down. I quickly loaded all there 8 suitcase into the resort van. I tossed my small. Chloe had again begun recording on her iPhone and now had footage of Tamara down on her knees. "Crawl right over to me boss, and beg right at my feet."Tamara hated having to look up at Chloe. Sitting on the desk with her legs dangling and iPhone in hand, Chloe looked like she was Queen of the world. Tamara crawled right up to Chloe's position, and now looked up as Chloe rested her shoe right on her forehead."So you'll do anything for me huh Tammy" laughed Chloe, knowing how much her boss. One poem stuck out from all the rest—just a few lines that read, “I’m coming back to live on Duffy Lane. I’ll cry my tears and face my shame, and outlive everyone who remembers me, and be the one who tells all she sees.” The rhymes were a little weak but what struck me was the determination to return to Duffy Lane and outlive everyone she knew. That didn’t sound like the writing of a potential suicide. Of course, things change and I didn’t know how long ago this was written. I wondered if she. Elinore stopped me when I tried to enter the boy's bathroom. "Let's do itin the girls."So I went where no boy has gone before. As I grabbed for her, Elinorepushed me away."Let me get undressed. I don't want anything to get the way." Turningaround she asked, "Could you pull my zipper down?"She entered one of the stalls. Not wanting to waste a moment I started tostrip. For five agonizing minutes after the last stitch of my clothing wasoff, I waited. Finally the stall door opened and Elinore.