Trying to break out of her curious mood, she looked over at her thirteen year old daughter, saying as sharply as she could, "Look here, young lady, aren't you supposed to be getting ready for school?"

"Yes, ma'am," Karen looked down, and then swelled with pride as she noticed all over again the way her budding breasts pushed out the front of her tight white sweater. She had of late become so proud of her breasts that she incessantly tried to display them in every way possible, perhaps hoping secretly that some naughty boy would find a way to take advantage of her. But now she just tried to look humble under her mother's scolding.

"Well, then, let's get going. We can discuss our guest later – if he's still around. When you come home from school. In the meantime, young lady, a bit of breakfast is in order, I'd say."

After Karen left for school, Georgia was at last able to relax with a sigh and a cigarette on the four-seater couch in the living room. Her housecoat full open to reveal her long, milky smooth legs all the way up to the fluffy red curls growing around the soft furrow between her thighs. She could afford this state of abandon now that everyone was gone. Ordinarily Howard liked her to dress demurely and conservatively about the house, and, of course, she always tried to be a lady around her daughter. It was only when she was alone that she could really let her hair down and relax.

When she was alone. And she was increasingly that as Howard became more and more involved in the vicious exposes that were being printed about the way his company had handled that west bank land deal. He spent long hours at the office now, and when he came home he seemed to have small interest in sexual entertainment.