For the next pose, they knelt on the couch facing each other, their knees barely touching. They took each other's hands and gazed into each other's ey...es. Once again, it was a tender look, a hint of romantic feelings between them but mostly just a quiet, peaceful, caring moment between sisters."Now let's see you hug," Brit suggested, and Jeff was shocked to hear her make the suggestion. Again, a hug between women was nothing dirty, but with them nude, it would be bare skin on bare skin.Kari. There they were, folded neatly in the middle of the bed. A pair of pinkgirls' pajamas that looked practically new."Aha!" Francine said as she snatched the pajamas from the bed and broughtthem to her face. She inhaled deeply and could smell her son along withsome sickly sweet perfume. She started to cry as she buried her face intothe cartoon ballerina bears."Maybe it's not too late. I can bring this to him; I can show that Icare."Francine tucked the pajamas under her arms and grabbed the diary.. Certainly nothing at this point was off the table, and the whole Washington, DC atmosphere was more poisonous in recent years than it had ever been, but neither party had resorted to political assassination. Not yet, anyway. On the other hand, she’d been a cop in the District long enough not to be surprised about anything. A senior member of Congress with a stripper wading in the Tidal Pool in the early hours of the morning? Sure, even if the stripper was the only one wading. A president. Janice reached over and took them from her hand. Then she boldly unfolded the silky material, brought it to her nose and took a deep breath. She smiled as she felt the wet crotch touch her nose and realized how excited Amy was. "You smell good," Janice whispered.Amy's eyes couldn't have gotten any wider. She was breathing though her mouth, as if she had run a marathon. She was visibly trembling."Amy, my husband is out of town. I want you to come home with me," Janice said and paused, looking.