As my eyes looked over the entrance door, mom squeezed my hand. I looked into her smiling face, filled with love.I don’t know if it was a mother’s...intuition or some other extra insight and ability, but mom moved me by saying, “Thor, my love, this home is our past, not our future. You need your own home for your family, not the home of your father and mother. We need to find a new home large enough for you and your women, a place to fill with wonderful memories and experiences, and a home in. "So Fanchea was really a man,"remarked Father Laffey when he read the document. "That kills hischances of sainthood, I am afraid. We certainly can't have a male saintwho went around dressed as a maid." How a person dresses is certainly not a critical factor," repliedSister Dwyer. "Remember that St. Joan of Arc dressed routinely in men'sclothes." "That is true," replied Father Laffey, "but she never claimed to be amale, nor is she considered a male saint. Here we have a case of a saintwho not. " Gosh Carla, I didn't even realize I snored. I'm so sorry if I kept youawake. Yes, I'll see a doctor if you think it might help."She drove me to my appointment with a Doctor Patel. Carla greeted thedoctor by his first name so they obviously knew each other. Doctor Patelgave me a surprisingly thorough physical exam and even took blood andurine samples. Carla stayed with me while I was being examined. Afterfinishing the exam the doctor turned to her."Well, well Miss Carla I can most. I was embarrassed to have been caught staring at her. I mumbled something not even I could understand.He continued, just loud enough for the sound to reach my ears, "How would you like to have all of that you want? Tits, pussy, ass, anything you want. Would you like that?"My head jerked around to look at him, incredulously. I just nodded. He whispered, "Well, you can, buddy. And let me tell you that she is a hot lay. When she gets a cock in her, she gets hotter than a firecracker. You like.