"Hmmm...Sounds, um, dangerous." I stammered."Oh yes, most men are never seen again." She explained.I took another swig of Guinness and looked up at th... TV screen. Large breasts were bouncing up and down as the naked girls hit the ball back and forth over the net. I stared at the screen intently, my eyes captivated by the motion of those mammaries as the girls jumped in the air to get the ball. Suddenly, the huge breasted blonde began to cry."What's the matter, you don't like me?" She. Inside was a zip-lock baggie full of marijuana, and a generous supply of rolling papers.Vonda and Pyx were elated.I was troubled. "You better smoke all you can now. There's no way I'm going to take it on the plane."Vonda pulled out an enclosed note. "Brian says that he's never had a problem flying with pot. All the dogs, these days, are trained to smell for explosives, not drugs." I'm not taking the chance. I'm not going to have our vacation ruined by getting busted."Vonda rolled a joint, and. " "That's good, I likeyou the way you are... you're to pretty to try looking otherwise." Itell her. "Well, I kind of like you the way you are, too." She adds,grinning. "Oh you do, do you?" I tease. "Yes, I do." She saidseriously. "I admire your courage to go through all you've had to dealwith and I can't tell you how fascinated I am with you because of it." Fascinated, huh? How about that, and here I'd hoped for so much more"I tease her again. "Oh really?" she says quizzically. "And just. Ethel and Jason were well-known at Bairot Baptist Church, and long-time members of the Southern Mississippi Country Club. You can imagine the turmoil and uproar when, the day after an especially stormy Christmas, 1966, Mason reported both Ethel and Jason, along with their car, missing. Three days later, Bayou Le Breaux, Louisiana Police Department notified Bairot investigators that Mr. And Mrs. Blanche’s car had been found on one of their shores. The vehicle identification numbers matched..