Apparently Mr. D had decided some years ago to piss off and leave her holding the bag at nineteen with two kids. She was remarkably well preserved for... her age, which made her around thirty something. From the front door you were in the lounge room to your right was a lounge and from it you could see straight into Mrs. D’s bedroom. A kitchen to the right and behind that at a guess was the laundry. Around the corner was a corridor wider than most and then I discovered it had been a verandah now. .. well you better get used to mom complaining about not getting much sleep until dad gets used to your smoking hot body." Should I take it down a few notches then," Crystal asked seriously."Nope. Let him suffer. He can look like anyone else. It shows less than a bikini. Plus I think mom is just teasing. I used to sleep really lightly. Maybe once every month or so that they had sex. Just mom and dad thinking about what Paula and I could have done in my room while they were not home had them. “No,” I told her, “I’m afraid I don’t have a clue whyyou’re acting like this.”“Dolphie, Dolphie, Dolphie,” she said in a sing songvoice. “That’s all I hear about lately. Dolphie’s doingthis and Dolphie is sooooo amazing. Let’s give Dolphie anew computer. Why can’t we just leave her at home when wego out?”I breathed an inward sigh. It wasn’t as bad as I thought,just my wife’s inbred jealousy of. She changed the subject, “How do you know Charles?”“I own a software company. Our two companies do business with each other.” He told the name of the company. “Maybe you have heard of it.”“I haven’t heard of that one. My husband probably does. But that really isn’t my field. I am an interior decorator.”“I have heard about some of your design work. In fact, maybe you can help me out. I am going to renovate some of our office space. I’d like you to take a look at it and perhaps give me some.