In the living room I found a coat that wasn't mine on the back of a chair, and then, in the entranceway, a pile of clothing. A small pile of clothing.... A very small pile of clothing. As in, a lacy bra, thong panties and a couple of black thigh high stockings. Oh yeah, and a pair of high heels, also black, and very shiny. Where the hell was I last night and who the hell was Rita?Back to the bedroom I went, carrying the panties and bra, and headed for the closet, where I pulled out one of my long. And when Jaycee left five years later, she pretty much did the same – sending her mom money when she could.Things were now much better for their mother, though. She still worked at the restaurant but as a hostess now. Maggie had moved back home with her two kids after her divorce, and Nicki lived a few blocks away with her brood, so the house was overrun again – this time with grandkids. As for her brother Chris, he was well on his way to being the first in the family to graduate college. He. "Frank sat at his desk, basking in the quiet around him. It seemed like there was always something going on in or around his office during the day, and these few serene moments at the end of the day were restful. He closed his eyes and began to relive the punishments he had given earlier. Except for Maria, which he realized more and more had been a mistake, his ministrations had been quite enjoyable. He was looking forward to sharing the moment with Annie later that evening. Just thinking about. “Oh, my poor baby. No, she couldn’t have.”“Oh yes, she could, Carmen.”“Hmm, that isn’t right,” gently touching my arm, leaving it there.“Carmen, I am only 18, Why are you coming on to me?”“I am not. I…. oh, sorry.”“Carmen, do you have some concrete evidence about my claim.”“No silly, in this stage of the negotiations there is nothing on paper yet.” Someone knocked on the door and Carmen answered, “Ok, come in.” I looked Carmen in her eyes radiating upset. She understood and I saw a subtle shift.