The next morning after breakfast we went to the National Gallery of Victoria on the other side of the Yarra. I'm certain that we saw only a fraction o... the exhibits, but we were there all day. There were some striking works from Vanuatu and New Guinea and a great deal of European painting, including a wonderful early Turner. Rachel spent over an hour looking at the costume and fabric displays. We looked at some of the Australian art, but knew that we'd be going to the big Fred Williams show at. His dad would be working late again. His mother expected a call from the school district, about the job. He was going to hang out with his new friends, and get to know the area a little better.You're up early!Bad dreams. Want some breakfast?Sounds better than my usual bowl of cereal. I'll be over in a minute."Lena's coming over. I just invited her to breakfast." How did ... oh! Ask her if she wants some bacon and eggs with the pancakes."His father looked at the two of them like they were crazy.. Her blue eyes contrast beautifully with her reddish-blonde hair, and a slight frosting of freckles across the bridge of her nose give her a mischievous and innocent look. A look that was totally offset by her club attire, high heel boots, black socks and tights that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. She always wore a thong to avoid panty lines and split apart her already delicious ass-cheeks. A sports bra completed the ensemble worn over her black lace pushup bra. Tonight. I truly do." What if he can't accept the new slutty you?" Then slut Mary goes away. I will not lose my husband if I can at all help it." Then we better hope and pray that Matt loves the new you." I don't understand... how can you... hug me... smile at me... accept me into your home when you have to know that... your husband... that..." That you fucked June? Oh baby... He was so happy to tell me all about you. He had always wanted to witness a slut being made. You made his whole year. To hear.