It wasn't until the third day, having spent the first two visiting with school friends and going out, that she and our daughter, Ellie, sat poolside w...ith us. It's not that she was bony; oh, no, not at all. Her butt was decently rounded for a twenty-two year old girl, and her breasts filled the top of her bikini like proud half oranges. She was slightly thinner than my daughter, but not by a lot, and Ellie is no plumper, just a little more rounded in places, in girlie places. It's weird, you. I was trying to kill time and think. The possibilities were endless. I had to take some action and it had to result in some sort of satisfaction. I wasn’t prone to revenge but I did want to limit any chance that my actions would somehow benefit Darcy and her lover. My first consideration was taking care of the boys. Even though Jenny was not mine, I still loved her and didn’t want to do anything to hurt her. While I didn’t want to hurt Darcy I also wanted to make sure I didn’t end up. We gathered up all of Morgan’s possessions, which wasn’t all that much. We easily fit all her clothes, DVD’s, cosmetics, and other assorted girly stuff into the Porsche with plenty of room to spare. There were some tears when we prepared to leave so I just excused myself and waited outside while Morgan said her good-byes. It obviously wasn’t going to be forever; I only lived about 30 miles away. The time alone gave me the opportunity to think about my idea—the computerization of the female. He asks me if I like what I feel. I tell him yes and press against it as we dance. After the song is over we walk back to the bar and he sits down beside me. He asks what I am drinking and I tell him that I drink heineken beer and my husband drinks tequilla. He orders a round of drinks and introduces himself to my husband and I. We have small talk for a while and the band starts to plays another slow song. He asks me to dance again and we go to the dance floor. As we dance he asks me if I.