Fletcher sat in a chair beside his daughter. His demeanor immediately changed from overbearing autocrat to sympathetic Dad, ‘Marion you’re my daug...hter, and I love you. Now listen. I’m going to tell you everything. When I’m through you’ll decide about whether Sorrel should stay, leave, or whatever.’ Sorrel was wracked with nervous tension. She was tired, and she felt like her head was about to explode. She didn’t want an angry teenager making that kind of decision, but it was a mark of the man. Before her finger came down on the button, there was a loud thump upstairs. Betty paused. There was another thump and another. Only the Queen of Hearts made those noises. Olivia always landed on the roof and usually just jumped down the stairwell, going from landing to landing. Betty suspected something was up, she slipped her hand out of her shorts and pulled her hand away from her computer. Sure enough, there was a loud knock on her door a few seconds later. "Come in," she called, sitting up. Grandpa was lounging there whenI walked out. His head snapped around as his eyes locked on me. I walkedover and sat on the edge of the pool, then slipped into the water. I sawhim watching me as I swam back and forth, then I climbed out. Thematerial the suit was made of was clinging to me, outlining very clearlymy shape, my breasts and of course, the thin slit where there shouldhave been a lump. Without a word I grabbed a towel and sat down."You look...different! A lot different!" The woman. I was so tired but couldn’t get this new experience out of my mind. I decided to nap for a while and crawled onto the bed. Tossing and turning, my mind reliving the touch of that material, I finally reached down and brought out the frilly pink ones. Again when I touched them to my skin all those feelings rushed back. My privates stood up hard in my own undies and I thought about how soft and smooth Joys were and how good they felt on my privates. Then came the idea to try them on. I.