"I can't wait," she said. "Here, help me."She let me go and went into the bedroom; she turned around and said, "Unzip me, please."I took off the catch... at her neck and pulled the zip down her long back. Rachel moved her shoulders and the dress slid down her gorgeous body, with the tip of her shoe tossed it on the corner floor. She stood there in only a pair of small high cut panties and a tiny bra that was cut so low down as to reveal the tops of her pink nipples. It was a fuck me set of. Child birth. The baby didn’t make it either. ‘Ah, Mary,’ I said softly. ‘Tis always good to see you, lass. I sometimes think of what coulda been, had we stayed together all those years ago. Maybe we woulda had a pack of beautiful babies, and I’d be sittin’ here now, bouncin’ my baby granddaughter on my knee, instead of drinkin’ myself to sleep.’ Mary gave me a smile and shrug. I laughed. ‘Ah, I know. You never can tell what the future will bring or what the past would have brought. But Mary, I. Wilson said. I couldn't speak but I nodded my head. "Come in and sit on the couch. I want you to either call me Mrs. Wilson or Mam and you have to do everything exactly as I say or you will be punished. Do you understand?" I nodded my head again. "I told you that Wanda and I are VERY good friends. We want to show you just how good of friends we are and then you can be VERY good friends with both of us."Wanda and Robert's English teacher took each other in their arms and started. No, she still had Jason. And she still loved Jason through and through. And, okay, yes she still had Harold as well. Okay, so what if she was cheating on Jason a little. It was way, way too hard not to not love Harold she told herself. What in the world would ever possess her to even begin thinking about someone like Thomas? Ohhh no, not in a million years had she ever once thought about that with Thomas. Don’t ever put it past her though. She is what she is. “Marielle, please come over to my.