I always remember this beautiful gimmick of the mirror also if at the end i have had a small mockery :-P, but I could not certainly curse our mother :...-P, also because if in that moment that my mother had covered me that beautiful vision the luck had turned my back so to speak :-P, little time before of this episode always thanks at the nice tunics for the house of my sister, over to the episode of the best erection of my life namely that she was sitted on a chair with legs nude and white open. I know. I have no right to live on. But I do.I could annoy you with repentance and remorse, but I won't. Not because I don't honestly feel it. I do feel remorse, about ten tons of it and they all weigh on my heart.But there is no point, is there?My love is dead. George is gone. So is every dream I ever had. I carelessly and thoughtlessly threw them away. I betrayed and killed the one good thing I'd carried within me — George's love.What's left of me is just trash. Worthless trash to be put away. "What's the meaning of this?" Sister Lourdes whispered and she never talked very loudly; she didn't have to.Fifty girls swallowed hard with one big gulp. Our dogs dipped their heads and wagged their tails with every ounce of contrite repentance they could muster. Our fun had come to a screeching halt and it was time for school."Go to your classes," Sister Lourdes said with a soft tap of her riding crop against her leather boot.Nobody moved for a long heartbeat."Now, please," she said and we all. “Well, well, well!” The loud voice of my wife Anne dragged Mike and me awake, “what do we have here then? I go to work all night long at the hospital and no sooner is my back turned than you two are into my lingerie and in bed together. What on earth would Polly say?”I knew that the outrage was false but poor Mike was horrified and jumped out of bed “this isn’t what you think,” he said, trying to cover his obvious erection with a pillow. I was quite impressed that even in his terror his morning.