You'd need a witness who was unrelated to the case. Someone who would testify that he was the donor."I nodded. That germ of an idea I'd had earlier wa... beginning to take shape. I smiled at Etchevarry."So, if I did get some evidence, how would I get it to you?" Bag it in a clean plastic bag and bring it in. We'll deal with it right away. But remember, you'll need a witness as to who was the donor." I got it. Thanks. I hope we can find a way to get it legally. Even if it means he isn't the guy.". Béla smiled at her, recognizing what it took for Alicia to say those simple words. “Go talk to your brother tomorrow and work out what I tell you,” Béla suggested. “Have your husband see him – call Doctor Frank some kind of cancer specialist if you want, but get your husband to go. Your brother has samples of my blood. He’s been running tests; trying to discover what makes cells heal. If Doctor Frank decides that my blood can help, he can administer it himself as a ‘experimental’ test of a new. Her eyes sparkled like they do when she's got an idea for something fun to do. She led the way to one of the clothes shops we'd looked in before and picked out two of those black outfits some of the Arab women wear, the gloves, and even shoes. Then we went back to the room. I have to explain a little now. Mom and I are almost exactly the same size. For 14, I'm about the height and weight I'm supposed to be for my age. 5-1, almost a hundred pounds. My hair is a little long for a guy just. "Oh my goodness Gramps, thinking about all the things we do, and some we have yet to explore, has made my nipples and pussy all tingly. Do you get that way when you think of me? I love keeping secrets too, especially the sexy-naughty ones about you and me. Sometime, late at night, I fantasize about having sex with you for a whole weekend with no one around."I heard him gasp, looked up at him, and grinned. "You like what you see, Grampa?"He licked his lips and with a shivering voice replied, "Oh.