What tore Martin’s heart apart was that now, instead of whispering his name before she came, she would whisper Jean-Claude’s instead. He told hims...elf that she didn’t mean anything to him and that she had never made any promises. He knew that it was true but he felt such a connection with her, something that tingled when his fingers touched hers. He knew that she felt it, too, but she had ditched something possible for something concrete and honestly, in her situation, he couldn’t fault her for. I saw her full and long legs, and the high heel sandals she still had on. The tank top was fairly long, but as she stretched to pick up the ashtray, I saw her white full panty. "oh...sorry about how I look...had to get out of that skirt," she said. "no problem, Helen", I said. We chatted for a while in hushed tones, and then she said, "okay...close your eyes, Trev...I'm going to get out of this bra, too - or would you prefer to watch?" I told her I'd be amazed to see how she might accomplish. Since last night." She laughed at her own silly remark."I thought you might want to kill an afternoon... you know, go shopping or something," I said as I eyed Annie in her tight white shorts. God that girl had such a fine ass... and after last night, I knew what I wanted to do with her again."Hey, why not," Barb said. "Annie, you want to go with us. We can look for some new shoes for you." I don't feel like it Mom," Annie said. "You go ahead. I'm going to catch up on my homework."I was sorely. We stipulated a meeting place, but that's not where we met. The social worker, a woman named Penny Lawson, was met at the agreed upon meeting place, and then brought to Mary and me at a different place. Two security specialists (protectors in training) made sure Ms. Lawson wasn't followed.We met with Ms. Lawson so Mary and I could detail our first contact with Walter Bell and his stepdaughter, Lydia, and inform the social worker what Lydia had told us at my home. We'd started with the social.