Jess & Meg

The girls shied instinctively, backing up a couple of steps before one of them called, "You're Uncle Jack? Right?" The voice was melodic, sweet, but firm. "This is the address you gave us. Jess this... This is Meg." They made no effort to approach, thigh even at this distance he could see the girls looking around, staring the massive mansion their parents never could have paid the taxes let alone the mortgage. The girls watched, waiting for some sign they were really in the right place. "Our... Luggage is on the front porch. Can we go get it?" So hard to see their figures, almost exaggerated hourglass bodies slightly obscured by their tops and the face on posture. "We're so tired..."