Then she started to get ready for her visitor.. At first she applied powder and perfumes to her body. She didn’t bother with a bra or panties. To hi...s surprise she pulled out from her wardrobe a one piece dress, which when she slipped on looked like a judges robe! It was not as heavy as the real one and it was quite tight fitting, hardly able to hold in her boobs and arse. There were also slits at strategic places, as he could see. So there was going to be some role playing! Wow. That will be. We didn't talk for weeks after that.But the holidays were the worst. Mom always came the week of Thanksgiving and stayed until the day after Christmas. You can always hang up the phone on someone, but how do you hang up on someone sitting across the table from you? Grandbabies, grandbabies, grandbabies is all I heard for hours on end.My mother was constantly on the subject and always saying things like, "When I was your age I already had you and Sarah (my sister) and I'm here to tell you that. "I'm pleased to see you using it."She reached across the table for his hand. "You were right." You say that like it's big news. The big news is the rare instance in which I'm wrong."Rachel giggled. "You were right when you said going out would be good for my mental health. I'm having a good time." And, the evening is still young." I'm savoring every moment of it."Their server set plates before them. Rachel regarded her dinner. "This looks good. It's so big!" The way you said that -- I can't. By now she knew he wasn’t manipulative – he was honest with the women he went out with, making sure they knew he wasn’t interested in anything serious – but he made no apologies for it. The thought that he would think less of her for essentially the same thing? No. No way. She followed him, grabbing his arm before he reached their friends. ‘What the fuck is your problem?’ she hissed. ‘I don’t have a problem,’ he said. His eyes were distant and blank, staring at a spot on her forehead instead of.