I Love My Indian StepDaughter Better Than Her Mother
. After pacing back and forth for aminute to sort things out, I turned to the door, and there hanging from ahook was a fluffy pink robe, with Minnie Mouse printed onto the breast."This must go with my pyjamas, I might as well put that on too," I saidquietly to myself.I pulled the robe on, tied the sash around me into a rough and manly knotand headed downstairs. No sign of my green shirt and shorts yet, I turnedinto the living room, still no boy clothes. Into the kitchen, stillnothing. The last place left to check was the conservatory, Kirstywouldn't leave boy clothes in her Mum's room, unless she wanted her tofind out about my secret. I stepped into the conservatory, but before Icould actually have a good look, I froze.There, sitting on a wooden garden chair, sipping her morning tea... wasSuzanne. She was wearing a colourful summer dress with some sort ofcardigan on top. She hadn't spotted me, so I snuck back into the house andhid behind the kitchen table.This was NOT part of the.
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