The Gallagher twins were just the opposite. They were of sturdy peasant stock with wide child-bearing hips and generous boobs that still looked perky ...nder their summer dresses. None of the four girls had gone to college after graduating from the Catholic high school around the corner and I didn't expect to either because there was no money in any of our families for tuition and such. The Gallagher twins worked in the candy factory wearing silly plastic wraps around their hair like they were. I wonder if we could hold off for a few days and then you might be able to squirt enough of your milk in me to make my little belly bulge as if I was carrying your baby.Pop-pop: You really want your belly to protrude?Moses: Oh, yes!Pop-pop: Well I might have an idea. In a few weeks I am going on a hunting trip in the next county. The four guys I hunt with would love to help you swell.Moses: Are they nice guys?Pop-pop: They are terrific! They would be so good to you.Moses: What do they look. I don't want to be a cow when I get older but they do look nice, don't they? They're really just a really full C cup." "I'll say. If Maria likes pretty girls, you sure are going to make her happy. Have you seen her yet?" "No, but that can wait until tonight. Would you like to come over? I'm sure she won't mind." "Oh, yes, I'd like that. She can give me an evaluation on my progress. Yours, on the other hand, is self explanatory! (Giggle)" "Yes, I guess it is. Well, this is what she. I relayed that to Dianna.“But it’s a sad song,” I said. “I often feel sad listening to sad songs.”“Try the other memory,” she said. “Remember, search for the emotion.”This memory was slightly longer, but not by much. However, when I replayed it in my mind, concentrating on the emotions rather than the music, I was hit by such a sense of loneliness and desolation I wanted to cry.The twins looked at me; their faces were bleak. They had felt it too.“Find that person,” Dianna said. “If what you are.