Things were going better, and if she wasn’t being forced into it, well who was it hurting. Again things slowly settled down a little more strained, ...but again somewhat normal. However a couple months back you started to hear dad and sis arguing, at first it was little things, harsh whispers late at night barely detectable, but then you noticed that the arguments getting louder and the words clearer. When it got loud enough that there was no denying that sis was telling dad to kick mom out,. She was given to nude sunbathing and so her tan was full and complete, no bands of white at her hips or across her chest; her breasts, firm and voluptuous, stood like twin majestic mountains on her chest, demanding to be climbed, eager for sucking and licking, their berry-sized crests already hard and quivering with anticipation."Of course," she added confidently, "old talent scouts like us are never far wrong." And husband and wife laughed together in lascivious conspiracy.Long ago they had. I could havedone it myself, but she liked to fuss. I didn't have much. Some casualclothes for tomorrow morning, my suit for the wedding and more casualclothes for the day after to travel home in. My clothes were alloversized and baggy, to try and hide my fat, but that didn't work andeverybody could see how bloated I was. I hung my coat over the mirror, soI couldn't see my reflection.Mum and Dad went down to the bar for one drink after that, but I said Iwas too tired after the long drive. I. He listened intently, offering support here and there; making me feel that my thoughts and feeling were of genuine concern to him -- unlike Mike, who seemed concerned only with his own sense of control. And he was right, I did feel better.The situation at home went on for several months, and Jamie became a regular confidante. He always seemed to know just when to offer suggestions, and when I just needed someone to listen. His girlfriend was just as jealous and controlling as my husband, so we.