We knew Susan was a lot smaller and wouldn't have anything that could possibly fit Alisha. So Alisha said she would wear her bra and panties seeing th...y covered about as much as Susan's swim wear.We all got in the hot tub. It felt great. We brought out the booze and continued to drink. I know we all had too much but we were among friends. Mark lit up a marijuana cigarette. He and Alisha took turns smoking it. He asked me if I wanted a hit and I took it. I offered it to Susan. She told me she. ’ ‘Andy Ash, that’s complete bullshit.’ He grinned and helped her to her feet. She called from the bathroom to lightly brown her a piece of toast and spread it with only honey. He brought it in along with the herbal tea she usually drank these days. ‘I’m glad you are feeling better.’ ‘Thanks to you. I thought of your grandmother and began to feel better.’ Andy looked at her thoughtfully. She said, ‘I’d like you to drive me through the park later. We could have late lunch at the kiosk. As the arcingspray dribble out the vomit ran own her suspended torso to splatter beneathher dangling form. Ron and Rick joined Roger in his caterwauling laughter. Roger approached his titty suspended mother. Using the nail of the index fingerof his right hand he scraped up some of the vomit that was running down betweenthe upward stretched ballooned breasts. Joan shuddered as her son's jagged fingernail left a red streak behind itfrom the center on her chest to her where her chin was resting at. Or, hell, finish that Western. I tell ya, if he kills off her dad he will never ride off into the sunset with her.’ I laughed a little at that. Actually, that was the problem with my latest novel I was trying to solve. I’d been keeping dad up to date with the story as I wrote it, but with a tough plot problem and what happened to Annie I was kinda stuck. The protagonist was in love with the girl at the ranch next to his, but he had just found evidence that her dad was rustling cattle all over.