Jo? Just copper."Baby," said Cindy, "you know how Susan says that Terri is her 'mini-me'?" Yeah," Dan replied."I think I'm Jo's mini-me." They're clos... enough," Dan said. "You've seen the pictures of the gang. Susan's eleven years older than Terri. Sweetie-pie just turned fifteen in September. How old are you, Jo?" I'll be twenty-two in March." So seven years..." I can accept that," Jo replied. "Can't think of a better little sister. And Mom is getting a picture of THIS." Your mom?' Cindy. “Lips,” she announced, disappointment in her voice at the relatively tame first outcome.Casey approached me. I gazed deep into her eyes, mesmerized. “Winner’s choice -- Touch or Kiss?” she inquired in a sultry voice. A quiver in my loins screamed “KISS!” Casey licked her lips, leaning in. “Ah... oh god... Touch,” I managed to mumble, chickening out at the last moment. A gut-punch of regret surged through me. Casey shrugged with a smile. She raised her hand. Soft fingertips, sensual as. "When I said I'd show you what it was like to be a bride I meant it! Thewhole thing. Now come, we're already late as is." Please!"She paid me no heed and signaled for her fiends to help her. The womenflanked me on all sides and, seizing my arms, pulled me towards thecathedral doors. All my protests were ignored as we entered. Finally, weentered the main hall. In it was something I hadn't expected. Sitting inthe pews were a multitude of women. Some were in business formal, somewore dresses. All. ”“Yeah, maybe in 50 years!” Dee snorted. “They can barely play beeps and boops, and animate drawings about as complex as Georgie here can make. It is gonna be a long time before a computer we can afford can do something like that.”Soon I had everything packed away, and with camera bag, and two backpacks I put everything in the back of dad’s car and Dee and I headed to Reseda. We got there at 10:30, and not only was Holly and Mandy there, Peggy and Keith was also.I hugged them all, even.