He’ll never be that, nor -- thankfully -- an unsuccessful one. He’ll be an engineer, probably a competent one. You can’t tell this early, of cou...se, but he’s competent on all that sort of stuff. The only question in my head is whether he’ll be happy being one.” At this point, Andy drove up. He got out of the car, but his dad opened the front passenger-side door for her. Then he got in the back.“Take Miss Grant home first. We’re going to a restaurant. I’m sorry, my dear. You’d be welcome to. When I put my hand in front of my face, my arm brushed my bust.When I looked down I could see my bust. My twin peaks. In MY bra.Now I looked in the wardrobe. Was there a dress I could fit into? Most ofthem looked too small for me, but there was one that I thought might fitbecause it was in a stretchy sort of material. I unfastened the long backzip and stepped into it, being careful to avoid catching my stockings onthe zip. I put my arms into the sleeves and then struggled to fasten thezip. This. I was a little pissed. So I looked for the house phones. They were all gone. I still had my company cell phone (they forgot to ask me for it). So as a final act of defiance, I called the bank and I reported that I was mugged last night and my wallet was stolen. A very helpful young lady froze all my credit cards and my checking and savings accounts (Debit card was stolen to). After I got off the phone, I was smiling. Boy was Sheila was going to be pissed when none of our joint cards worked. I. I had been told about the middle of the night calls from Gord, of mom jumping out of her marriage bed to dress like a 'common whore', as dad had told Karry, to go to her lover... returning hours later, smelling foul and used, exhausted and obviously spent. It was tearing him apart.Karry had called me because she did not know what to do - dad refused to leave his home, leave his wife... even now!Mother's shoulders trembled as she sobbed as a response. I felt no pity. Her well manicured hands,.