And made do with little or nothing…the nightgown was one clue, as were the handmade curtains in the kitchen window. She had not said one bad thing a...bout her dead husband and he assumed that she loved him, and that was why she had stayed despite the beatings. Pity aside, he wanted to teach her tenderness. Looking at her he figured she probably already knew passion, but tenderness was another matter. He wanted to see her bloom into a self-confident woman and mother, the kind of fiery, feisty. So we took a chance and said yes. For the next couple of hours, they fussed over us likewe were big china dolls. When they finished, they stoodus in front of the mirror. Even they were impressedwith the results. We looked good. If I hadn’t been rockhard already, looking at two of us in dresses wouldhave put us there. While we primped and posed, the two girls went into thebathroom. They came out just a couple minutes laterdressed in these big, baggy robes, kind of like choirrobes. We. Tim needs a minute to take this all in. Then, not really responding to start, he tells Abbie about his life growing up. He does this because he needs Abbie to know everything. And as a prelude to their discussion about money."My mother was the only child of my grandparents and had lived with them up until she became pregnant at forty. Her parents were rather conventional from what I understood. I never met them. They cast their daughter out, saying they never wanted to see Cynthia. There was no way I could acquire a clear sight picture with the coach bouncing and swaying. I did not need to make a difficult shot because my target was the middle horse in the right hand column but I would need to be somewhat steady nonetheless."Holler when you start to make a left hand curve, Bob," I said loudly.Bob grunted in reply. I tried to relax, breath normally and look over the top of my sights as I waited. Bob finally yell, "Here it comes," about thirty seconds later. The coach went.