My second child, Elizabeth, is 18 years old, the daughter of myself and her father both biologically and in terms of her upbringing, the acting father...of my son, and my former husband, Arthur Walsh. She is the sunny, flirtatious sort, her dark hair usually in pigtails framing her unbearably cute facial features and the same brilliant emerald eyes as Arthur. Her body is sleek, springy, and athletic in contrast to my own voluptuous curves. About a year and a half ago, I returned home early from a. “That Is what you really want to know, isn't it?” “Oh, wow, that is so cool.” Bill's eyes widened. “Were there a lot of people on the beach?” “Well, yeah, I guess so. Quite a few anyway.” “Men and women?” “Of course.” “Were they all topless?” “Most of them.” Trying to disguise his lecherous thoughts, Bill carefully asked, “Like uh... how old were they?” Kara looked down. The water kept her from seeing Bill's package but she was sure it was straining his underwear. “The women you mean?” she. So far, both Karen and Alan had managed to keep away from any confrontations, but Wednesday; Karen finally crossed his path. Alan had been playing his Nintendo64 in the den when he hit pause to go to the restroom. As soon as he returned, he found Karen watching a stupid soap opera while she was talking on the phone. He glanced over, to no surprise was the fact that the Nintendo was turned off. That did it. Alan let her have it."You stupid bitch! Can't you see when people are doing. You start to analyze the source of the job offer. You have not kept in particularly great touch with your sister since you both became adults. If you turn down the job, it wouldn’t reflect badly on her, right? Maybe this was a pity job hire, or more elaborately, perhaps a made up company or job title just to get you a steady paycheck. Your mind continues reaching and wandering down odd thought paths. You think, maybe it isn’t even a real job but a prank by a sister upset over childhood pranks.