Jill had breaded them, but it was a from scratch recipe, not the stuff you put with the meat in a baggy and shake. I don't know where she got them, bu... the chops were at least an inch and a half thick. I don't think I've ever had juicier, more tender pork. There were also egg noodles and cut green beans, topped with brown gravy. Each of us had a small bowl of cinnamon flavored applesauce next to our plates. Our glasses were filled with Cranapple and crushed ice.When I asked, Jill told me they'd. Pardon my French." Far out," I said, even more impressed with my uncle."Oh, my... I never heard that story," said Jean. "That's really something." And then turning to me with a smile, she asked, "Would you fight for me, little brother?" I guess. I mean, I might," and then turning to Mom added, "If she wasn't so darn strong and mean already!"Jean threw her napkin at me and yelled, "You shit! I am not! MOM, make him stop!"Covering my head with one arm, I held up the peace sign with the other hand. ."Come on, Shit. I need to dry my hair!" O-oh okay, I'm almost done," I replied, trying to sound normal. But I know it came out making me sound like I was out of breath. I wiped the white stuff off my hand, then opened the door. "Here you go YOUR HIGHNESS." Ha Ha, very funny," Sabrina said, as she went by me back into the bathroom.When she pushed by me, her tits brushed up against my arm. For some reason it felt good. Sabrina had nice boobs too. The older guys were always talking about getting. " Hormones." Deirdre nodded decisively. "I blame the hormones. And pubertycoming late." Don't pay attention to her, Raella." Katrina sighed. "She's incorrigibleand will no doubt ruin you for a normal life if you listen to anythingshe says." I take my fun where I find it." Deirdre regally returned, then ruinedthat with a giggle that got Raella started."See what I mean?" The dressmaker rolled her eyes then joined in thelaughter.A knock on the doorframe interrupted that and a male voice came.