"Hello Ms. Suzette. I have a delivery here." I couldn't tell if heremembered me. I'm sure he couldn't have forgotten me from the lastvisit, but he sho...ed no signs of remembering. I signed his forms withmy new legal name twice. Suzette Suxsalot. He smiled and then went andbrought in two boxes. One was long, think, and rectangular. The otherwas a larger more square shaped box. Yep. You guessed it. One was thebriefcase and the other was Charlene's new metal underwear.I opened up the briefcase. "I want you to start kissing each other and fondling each other's tits, like the lesbians you are", commanded Anita. Both blondes answered simultaneously,"Yes, Mistress Anita". At the word "mistress", Anita gave a cruel chuckle. Karen and her mom were about the same height and it was a perfect match as their arms intertwined around each other and their lips locked together as they gave each other a deep French kiss."You will never have sex with men again", laughed the cruel Brunette. The two. .. and I know what I think of my brothers. Toads all. Six ... all older. Mom finally got it right ... I’m the last.”“Six?”“Yes.”“Out of seven?“I thought I had it bad. Two older brothers and a younger sister. Six? Are they all still living?”“Not for lack of trying.”That drew a chuckle.They began to reminisce. First came the ‘not for lack of trying.’ Heard from their corner was a lot of ‘no shit’ and ‘they lived?’ And some riotous and raucous laughter, interspersed with quiet grins and knowing. None of them had proof in hand, but the grapevine was correct."In fact, honey, I'm really appalled to say this, but he hasn't just done this with other folk's crops that we were brokering; he's pulled his little stunt with fruit from the family grove!" What we called the 'family grove' was the section of mixed citrus that I'd inherited from my father when he passed, a couple of years before I met Audrey. Selling fruit from my family grove would mean that he wasn't just taking the 10% brokerage.