The woman looked to be in her late 20's and wasAfrican American. Her hair was natural, long, and curly - she had aheadband on that forced the hair bac...k so none of it was in her face. Thefeatures of her face had a sternness to them that gave the impression ofa librarian suspicious of the teenagers that just walked in. Thismysterious woman was wearing a black pinstripe suit, with the stripesalternating between red blue and white, which gave a hint of darkmischief.She looked up at us. "Hello," she. The seventeen year old sister would take care of Fay's child also when Sylvia and she went somewhere.They spent a lot of time on the beach.Both of them were becoming tan all over.Silvia wore tops that gave me a look now and then at most of her tits, they were tanned all over.Fay's body was tan all over.I figured they were finding an empty place on the beach and getting bare ass.I found Silvia there several times when I came home from work.I noticed them exchanging a kiss when they thought I. “… hi,” was all I could manage, in my state of delirium. “Come in,” she said hurriedly, not wanting the outside chilliness to creep in.Wow, I thought, she is so beautiful. I rushed into the apartment as ordered. “Have a seat,” she offered, “there are cheese and crackers on the table if you are hungry. I just need to dry off and get changed for bed. You caught me right after getting out of the shower,” she laughed genuinely.“Thanks, but I’m fine. I do need to go to the bathroom, thought. Where. Fine.Bella: The first night, you scared the hell out of me. At first, I thought Dad had come home. Instead, it was you. Dad just left us all those years ago, and then he died. We weren’t even allowed at the funeral. And there you were in the kitchen, the spitting image of him.She doesn’t seem to mean that in a bad way. Bella was always daddy’s little girl, but I didn’t know it went that deep.Me: So you were pretty shaken up by his death?Bella: Yes, asshole. Can’t you tell?Me: Jesus. I knew you.