Undressing moms

Thirty years with IBM had given me a sense of security, a need if you like, that I just could not overcome. So when I was offered a full time permanent job I accepted undressing moms readily. Kelly and I were disappointed, undressing moms was so totally awesome being not only lovers and friends, but business partners too! But she understood my reasons and accepted our new situation. she lived with Cathy and me for about three years, but then she bought her own house so that the kids would have room to stay with us when they visited. Perhaps some day, she said, they might move down and need a place to stay for a while. In 1994 our lives were once more turned upside down. In August we were visited by Bobbi and her new daughter Jessica. They were driven by her husband Jeff to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, where they caught the ferry to Bar Harbor Maine, where we met them and drove them back to Raleigh. They stayed about two weeks, then we drove them back to Bar Harbor and drove back to Raleigh. As soon as we got back after the driving ordeal, Cathy dropped the bombshell. "Charlie," she said as we got ready for bed, "I've found a lump in my breast." "Are you sure?" I demanded, trying to pass undressing moms off as her imagination. Afer all she'd done all the usual tests, had her mammograms, etc. Cathy was a nurse! How could she be caught like this? But undressing moms turned out that she'd been right. There'd been doctors' appointments, biopsies, all the usual stuff. In September, 1994, on our 31st anniversary, Cathy was in the OR, not as a nurse, but as a cancer patient having her breast removed. Predictably, Kelly was in the waiting room with me, just being there.