“And Brad,” said my wife, ignoring the wail from her daughter, “don’t ogle your sister.”“Yeah, right,” snorted Brad, his eyes flickering...from Fran’s pink-nippled breasts to the light brown fuzz between her thighs. “Like I’d be interested in doing that!”June, of course, with her genius mind, simply turned and watched and listened. In most families a seven year old with a brother and sister twice her age, would be at a serious disadvantage. But June was as smart as both of her siblings put. When dad had told mother of his plans she giggled like a girl and blushed like crazy in front of Karen and I. Billy Ray had already hitched our big draft horses to the hay wagon, and we had the hay loaded so that we could all sit or even lay back and ride. Mother and dad said their goodbye’s and left. As soon as they had gone over the hill toward town and the dust had settled, I looked at Maria, then at Debra.They both nodded and all the girls went into the barn to change clothes before we got. "It's all my fault Jim" I told him as we sat together by her bed,"Tommy, if it's anyone's fault, it's mine, I shouldn't have allowed it, come on mate, stop beating yourself up, she's going to be all right" What are you two arguing about?" came softly from her bed and we both jumped up,"Mum" I was almost in tears, "We thought we'd lost you"She and Jim cried too, we hugged each other, all of us saying sorry over and over again until finally a doctor came and shooed us both away whilst he looked. “Hi, how’s the new arm?” asks the surgeon.“Just great,” says the golfer. “I’m playing the best golf of my life. My new arm has a much finer touch, and my putting has really improved.”“That’s great,” said the surgeon.“Not only that,” continued the golfer, “my handwriting has improved, I’ve learned how to sew my own clothes and I’ve even taken up painting landscapes in watercolors.”“That’s unbelievable!” said the surgeon, “I’m so glad to hear the transplant was such a great success. Are you.