Her skin is that pale creamy type of complexion that is highlighted by the pink blush on her face and other places, as well as a rosy color to parts p...ivate. Her showgirl figure has only slightly been muted by the years, and she has legs that the term shapely doesn’t do justice to.Her work as a waitress keeps the limbs trim and chassis classy, as dad likes to quip. Mom says the job just makes her legs tired and her life boring. It is a long way from the Vegas runway she was strutting when. I don't know about his school days, just later.I grew up, fortunately, with my gandparents, while dad worked, but he was quite successful and we spent countless times together, almost like an older brother type thing.I was the spitting image of him: 'raccoon' eyes (like Joe Torre), dark hair, olive skin, but no accent!By the time I started my junior year of high school, we had gone places even rich kids hadn't, like Rio, London, Rome, Palermo, Hawaii, and ofcourse, the normal places like. Nobody gets hurt with them. And you don't even need consent. So you can think or fantasize of anybody and anything you want." But what if I wanted more than fantasize? Wouldn't it be wrong to want to be with a relative, you know... sexually?" Well, it can be. But we also taught you that anything that happens with consent of all people directly involved is good. So I would be a hypocrite if I said that it was wrong for, say, a brother and sister to make love if they both really wanted it with. Maybe we belong here.”“Not for twenty years you don’t!” the child shrieked.“Easy, easy,” the father said, looking around. “You scream like that and the guard’ll come and take time away from our visit.”Paula did wipe away a tear now. “It wouldn’t be like this if we was rich.”Paul Macon, in another room, was making this same point to his own father.“I mean, I know you sold the weed, like, over and over, so I guess you really are guilty. But if you were rich like Ted, you’d be here a year or two.