He’s loved you since seventh grade. If you settle down with him, you’ll never have to wonder whether he’s fooling around on you, or worry about ...hat he’ll do when you get older and put on a few pounds or get crow’s feet by your eyes. Jason loved you when you were a skinny adolescent, before you filled out to where you could model swimsuits. He loves you for what you are, not what you look like. If we don’t get this moving along it’s going to ruin both your lives. And I wouldn’t be much of a. It's shocking on a number of levels. Maybe you didn't believe aliens existed. Maybe you're scared, because the only information you have to work with are all those old alien invasion movies. Maybe you're elated that you might get to be the first person on Earth to try to communicate with them.How this analogy applies to Hannah is that first one. Her system of beliefs was required to change more or less instantly. What she had not believed could "be" was revealed to her in shocking detail as. I don't even remember what it was about, but the bottom line is that Connie was pissed at me over something and she had started drinking vodka martinis early in the afternoon. She was in what I can only call the 'proper mood' when a young man named Jason stopped by to see our daughter Debbie. Debbie wasn't home, but by the time Jason left he'd had his cock sucked and he had fucked his first older woman. Jason, as young men are prone to do, bragged about his afternoon at Debbie's house and soon. " And some dainty little panties too?" Yes. Yes. Panties too. Please just stop."After my very loud yes, Judy released me from her grip. Grabbing hersuitcase she headed back to the house with a very, very smug look on herface. "Ok, back in the house with you, missy."In the bedroom she opened her suitcase and removed a bra and panty, apair of Capri pants, a blouse and a pair of sandals. "Don't just standthere, strip." Ah come on, Judy. A joke's a joke but lets not get carried away.