"Are we allowed to call you Beth again, too?" was all she asked. "Or is that reserved."Beth laughed."Mom, I'm sorry I was a brat," she said. "Dad was ...right. That sort of attitude might serve me in Boston, but it won't fly down here. R.J. did a pretty nice job of putting me in my place last night, too."Beth and I got along very well and the tension in the Ferguson house was lessened greatly.Without the constant griping, the laughter and fun I'd grown to enjoy returned — and Beth joined right in. Eight of us had staked the tanker out and we were hidden in various bushes and dips in the waste ground, shivering in the wet and the dark. The tanker was parked up on a large patch of waste ground facing the main road and we figured that a small path near the rear of the tanker that led to a housing estate was the most likely route for the guys to come back. It was around three a.m. and the false dawn was just starting when a black taxi came belting along the road. Before we had time to. Clara followed Poe to a conference room that was unoccupied. He left, shutting the door behind him. She ripped the envelope open.A handwritten sheet was on top.Clara, I’m sorry to give you this in a situation that must be distressing to you. I love you and I loved your mother. Please forgive me for not giving you this information earlier. I thought I was doing the best, for you.AntoninShe turned to the next sheet. It was a note from her mother – to Antonin.Antonin, my love, I can no longer live. "Move the arm and keep it down. Lose the panties now" I added.Slowly she moved her arm and with both hands she pushed her panties down off her hips and across her thighs until they fell to around her ankles. She stood there unmoving."Throw them over here to me". She stepped out of them and tossed them to me, then resumed standing in front of me. I got my first clear view of her pussy. She had a trimmed black haired mound with her pussy lips devoid of any hairs.I picked up her panties from the.