I read the notation again, then translated it into simplerlanguage to make sure he understood. "If a boy smokes pot, hemight grow breasts, like a girl..." Breasts?" He actually looked concerned for the first a time."Are you serious?" Absolutely," I assured him, and suddenly I had a brilliantidea. If the fear of growing breasts was the only leverage I couldget on him, then that's what I'd use, but the simple truth mightnot be strong enough to do the job unaided, so I decided to helpit with a few. "Maybe new floor covering. Something impervious to dirt that's easily cleaned, and the bathroom will need new fixtures. A large armoire with drawers for each hand. Indian rugs on the floor. Western décor."Joe laughed again. "What? No frilly curtains?"She laughed with him. "If you want frilly curtains, cowboy, you'll get frilly curtains, but frilly won't match the Western décor I have in mind." Okay," David said, "that solves the help at the ranch. How should we handle housing at the compound?". I guess she’d prepared them in blood first.(It struck me that death row inmates in their final hours were probably the only people in China with true freedom of speech, unafraid of the consequences their words would bring. I had trouble imagining anyone else in China speaking or writing publicly with such candor... )It took most of the evening to read, translate the diaries. Once I finished them, I set the letters down. Then I went out to the street to buy some cold noodles for a fast. I started searching her brown cherrys with my lips, taken it out from bra cups, and pressed and sucked them. I kissed on her underarms and shoulders that tickled her.I moved down, to her belly button. She had a real flat tummy, I moved my hands there and she was shivering. For each of my kiss on belly she was bending up and holding my hair and pulling. I moved to sides of her tummy and that made her mad. After some time she got an orgasm and was tired.I held her tightly and made her sleep on my.