I noticed it was getting busy out in the store and called Marcus to comeand comfort her.An hour later, once it died down a bit, i went back for a brea...k. I sawthat Marcus was certainly comforting her. Marsha was in Marcus's lapwith his big hands softly stroking Marsha's stocking tops and the twowere locked in a deep french kiss. I scolded them to get back to theirjobs and the afternoon sales were brisk. I was proud of Marsha. Shesmiled and was gregarious with the customers. A true saleswoman!. You must know I'm bisexual, yet this afternoon you deliberately wore that tight gray turtleneck AND no bra."She interrupted, saying, "I always dress that way when I'm home. I need to relax away from all those stiff legal types I work with." No! You set out to tease me. It was a deliberate attempt to... well it..."I had to start again. "I was provoked by it. It made you so desirable in my eyes... I just had to do something."I realized that as I'd been talking the space between us had closed. We. " Val whined."Of course you have," her mother agreed. "But from a practical standpoint, you can't traipse down the aisle with a big belly." I know, I know," Val sobbed.Seizing the initiative, her mother continued. "You know we can't possibly get a wedding date at the church for at least six months. I mean, I was only talking about wedding dates with Stacy Rhodes the other day. Do you recall Stacy?" Isn't she the organist at church?" Val whimpered."Yes ... yes, she is," her mother said, and then. The other part was enamored.Lacey, now sitting up, put an arm behind Allison, an offer for Allison to rest her head on the older woman should she choose to. Allison accepted and rested her head on Lacey’s left breast, her hand upon Lacey’s torso.Lacey asked how Allison was feeling. “Confused” would not have covered it, but that, along with “worn out” were the words she chose.Lacey began playing with Allison’s hair, “That is absolutely understandable.” She confirmed.“Scarlette?” Allison asked,.