You sure you can do that?" The back door unlatched and swung open silently on its well oiledhinges. "Okay, lets make sure we know where she is, befor... we doanything else."A quick check of the downstairs revealed no sign of life. "Letscheck her room." Whispered the shorter of the two. "Be carefulof that step. It squeaks." "Wonder which time you fell down them you found that out." wasthe amused response."Damned heels." was the quick, whispered response. "You waithere, I can move more quietly. I'll go to my room."But Thompson bade her stay, and sat at the table across from her. "What's wrong? Do you miss the temple? Do you wish you were back there?"Zophia's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, no, master! It's true I learned a lot, but no, I don't miss it, not at all!" Thompson suspected that Zophia's temple experience had been quite different from his daughters', probably more like a boot camp in skirts.Thompson asked Zophia what was troubling her, but her answers were vague, and when. The scene was again and again coming in to my mind i want to say it to anyone and just cry but dont know who to say or wat. Then i start to make up my mind myself this is really happened in my life its hard to digest bt its ok my mom too have sense and she needs some one for her desires every one needs sex ,Even me now or later so its not bad to worry about that like tht i made up my mind then i knocked the bathroom door there was no sound from inside me” its ok mom open the door i do. "Fudge," I murmured, glancing back at the lockers. "Oh, that angel's clothes are right there on the bench, and her bra and thong are right on top too. Are you kidding me?"My eyes were stuck on them, but I still heard the shower running. My tongue attacked my lips yet again, but this time, my hands came up, and I brought them in front of me."WTF, dude, what are you doing?" I asked myself, as I walked right to the bench.I leaned down to her clothes and brought my hands towards them too. Although,.