Sandra tried to stifle her laughter but couldn’t.“Don’t worry,” I said to Talulah who was looking at her closest friend in bewilderment. “Sh...’s having a difficult time digesting tropical fruits.” That just sent Sandra off into even more paroxysms of laughter, and Talulah into even more confusion.Nothing changed much for the next few weeks. Each Saturday from about twelve, until about four pm, I spent with Sandra. We didn’t do much really. We spent a lot of time walking and talking, holding. Ferguson’s apparent suicide might work in our favor.”“Do you think he really killed himself?” asked as he looked out the window by the front door. He noticed Eshima Yuki’s car pulling out of the garage and heading off.She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he was such an asshole, but he was having more problems than we all realized. It is possible that somebody who he fired might have tried to kill him and then write the suicide note, but if the police have already closed the case, then oh well.. Her face still had the rugged appearance she had seen butnow on top of her head was a large bald spot running from her foreheadto the back. A faint bit of fuzz ringed the edges. It was clear that shewasn't going to be a man with a full head of hair. At best, she could doa poor comb-over from one side to the other if she ever let it grow longenough.Taking a deep breath and feeling like she needed to use the toilet, Roseshimmied her panties off and sat down. She looked at her crotch andnoted that. Her abdomen was slightly chiselled from working out twice a day and her firm buttocks definitely benefitted from the squats. Her face was bonny, with thin, dark eyebrows, a cute nose, fantastic cheekbones and amazingly full lips. She grabbed her glasses from the side table and placed them in front of her beautiful blue eyes as she looked down at her perfectly neat pubic hair. She hadn’t got a huge bush but Elizabeth was a fan of keeping some hair around her pussy. Elizabeth opened her dresser.