"Not as beautiful as you are," I argued. Like her sisters, Anna wasblonde, and it was obvious now that her beauty would match that of hersisters as sh... grew older.She smiled at my compliment. The brightness in her eyes was almostenough to overcome the look of sickness that she displayed. Shecontinued to gaze in wonder at me."How are you feeling?" I asked her again and bent down to feel herforehead. She seemed to have a fever."I'm feeling good now," she stated jubilantly. "Are you staying. I could be nicer, possibly more respectful but I remember George Carlin, respect should be earned, not assumed. I head to the upstairs bathroom and stripping down hop into the shower. A good warm rinse after a workout helps a lot but once I’m done I realize that either I put a towel around me or wear dirty clothes back to my room. I opt for the towel and head back, nearly bumping into Bethany as she’s exiting her room wearing nothing but a pink tank top that barely covers her light blue. Your hand pulls her hair back a little which causes her to squeal just a little as your other hand caresses her. You continue for a few minutes and then look at me still on my knees, watching you like a schoolboy seeing something new the first time.Looking at her, you comment, "Your heels are sexy but make you too tall," and then look down at me and add, "Be a good boy and take them off for me."I try to undo her shoes. There are a lot of buckles and I struggle with it and you two are making out. Yeah, me and—" Don opened the door and saw that Angel was gone. He looked around but it seemed she had vanished."Something wrong Mr. Taylor?" asked Mr. Lee.Don chuckled. "No. I forgot my wife, or rather, ex-wife didn't come with me. I've said 'we' for so long that I forgot I'm not a 'we' anymore." Ah, well my wife will be by tomorrow with more fruits and breads as well as some meats. She's afraid you'll starve if she doesn't." That's good to know, but she doesn't need to worry. I know how to.