I had changed around her before, but that was the first time I had seen her without a bra on. And my immediate thought was ‘She looks like a girl I ...knew in 7th grade’.“But you would not have known that, how could you? And yes, I know you want to ask, mine were a bit like that as well when I was 11 or 12. I was just not as, ahhh, puffy. But here Petey, want to know the good news?”I simply smiled and nodded.“What she has now, she will grow into them. When our breasts grow like that, generally. It was a typical mid August day in Southwest Missouri. It was hot and dry with no real chance of rain for some time.When Jack had left home to go to college seven years ago he swore he would never return for more than a short visit. Now it looked like he might never leave again. He had everything he owned in the world with him. All his worldly possessions were inside the beat up old truck his family had purchased new in 1996. There were some clothes and personal items, a few dishes and a belly. "I don't know if I can tell you. You will probably go nuts," I smiled at her. "Unless you killed someone, in which case I don't want to be an accessory, tell me what's going on." I sighed. "Fine, but lets sit in the living room where Tom and Emerson can't hear." I told her everything. I told her about Jonathan at the grocery store. I told her about the website, leaving out the part about my orgasm afterwards. I told her about how "vanilla" my sex life with my husband was, and last of all I told. In the spring of 1940, Barbara found employment as the local librarian, and this pleased Victoria. She could read as much as she wanted, and always had a love story from the library beside her bed. Victoria’s reading taught her some of the ways of men and women, and in lieu of friends, it was to her mother that she turned for explanations. As she grew older, she and Barbara became almost as sisters, when womanhood approached, Victoria began asking her questions that Elizabeth would have called.