They were led into a vast sitting room not unlike Gruber’s. Although it was a warm spring evening, a fire blazed in the open hearth. Their hosts rose to greet them. Mrs. Brookmeir looked like a Teutonic sixty-year old Barbie Doll. She was almost as tall as Doctor Gruber and at least one-hundred pounds heavier. Kathy decided her blonde Barbie style hair was a wig. She wore a short lime green spandex skirt pulled tight across her broad ass. On her fat legs were white silver-flecked pantyhose. An orange peasant blouse with a low cut neckline exposed the upper swell of her huge breasts. She tottered toward them on white leather pumps. Her face was heavily made up: bright red lips, fake eyelashes, dark mascara, and rouged cheeks. She greeted them with a wide-mouthed smile. “Ah, the good Doctor
