"Are you crazy?!" James shouted.
Molly could hear her father's voice echoing all the way upstairs, through the shut door, and into her parents' bedroom, where she was now sitting on the bed.
The buxom blonde felt ridiculous wearing that little camisole. Every part of her seemed to be busting out -- her oversized boobs, her too wide hips, her ample ass. It reminded her of nightmares she'd had, going to school without clothes on. Trying to cover every exposed asset and knowing it was impossible.
She took a deep breath. Her Mom said she looked good and that was something. Molly wasn't used to getting compliments from her mother on, well, anything, but especially not her body. Molly didn't know how to take it when Christine said she looked sexy. Was she being ironic? Molly was legitimately
