S I continued to stare at the door to the bathroom that Cloe had just gone through, I could still hear my sister laughing at me. Then I heard her shar... intake of breath, oh crap she'd obviously gotten to my deep thoughts of Cloe, I told my sister a little more forceful than I meant to. Tuesday morning the phone woke me up. I reached for it, knocking my alarm clock off the nightstand. ‘Star! Star! They’re dead! Professor Jones is dead!’ Instantly awake I began to shiver. ‘What!?’ ‘Their plane. It went into the World Trade Center. It’s on the news. Turn on the TV.’ I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room not even taking time to grab a robe to cover my nude body. I turned on the TV and sat in shock trembling, shivering. I watched as the second plane hit. The smoke, the. We checked into the hotel, had some showers and went straight to the beach. What a difference, Winter in Holland or sunny weather in Curacao. What a nice place in the Kingdom of the Netherlands. Laying on the beach looking at many good looking babes and ordering a lot of drinks both Marc and me got drunk in no time. After and hour or three we decided to get some food in the hotel so we headed back, but not before Marc arranged - I don't know how he did it - two dates for both of us with two. "Well, as you might know from health, after giving birth, the baby can feed from the breasts as long as they produce milk. If you continue to stimulate the breasts with things like breast pumps, you can continue to produce it. After you two were weaned, I used a pump to sell off my breast milk. There are a lot of parents and perverts in the world who want breast milk." Mom explained. "I always felt a bit horney after pumps, or feeding you kids, but I've never gotten off while giving milk." So.