”“Did Jack’s daughter have dark hair like him?” managed Laura.“She’s a stunning blonde,” replied Kate as she watched her sister closely....“Whatever her ethnicity, it sure works for her.“Oh! I just thought of something!” proclaimed Kate. “Since Jack is her father and you’re still his wife, you must be her stepmom, or something!”“Kate! That was just plain mean,” scolded Brenda as Laura fled to the bathroom. “There’s something strange about all of this. I’ve a feeling it’ll all come out pretty. Immediately a second girl hastened into the room from the kitchen, where she had apparently hidden during the fight. Ponkert was hard-pressed to believe the sight that met his eyes. This gorgeous creature was a carbon copy of the girl still clinging around his neck! The same flowing blonde hair, the deep, emerald green eyes that danced with light, and the same fabulous body. His balls did some nice-feeling flip-flops. An old twentieth century advertising slogan flashed through his mind, "Double. I have run into some women who prey on married men. Married men are much less likely to raise a fuss or cause problems because they have far too much to lose.After only a few minutes I could see frustration building in him, so he abruptly got up and left the table after telling the two bimbettes that he needed to go and call his wife.After he left they finally noticed that I was there. "Hey, you two didn't know each other, did you?" asked the blond."We were just sharing a table," I. "He asked what I meant.I said:"The Church is full of people pretending to be what they are not." Prove it." John replied"Prove you are not. If I prove that a word describes you, prove that youmeet every meaning of the word." Deal" John said."Ok, you are a poof." I replied."What?" Do you believe the world was created in 7 days?" Yes." Well, take a look at this." I said showing him the urban dictionarywebpage."Ok. I am a poof." He replied."Another definition of a poof" I said, holding up one.