Of course she'd figured it out even if she did mix quotes."Each one of them was by an accident? And then your surviving parents remarried within a cou...le of years, right?" So if anything were to happen to them everything would go to the surviving spouse?" Terry nodded."Fuck." It was the best I could do."Fuck, indeed," she said."Why? What are you trying to say, Toliver?" Keelin asked."You have got to be kidding," Eve scoffed. I think she got the gist of it. "That's ridiculous!" Outrageous,. I've always read material from established authors to get my ideas, and you have changed that! Congrats.But anyway, onto the reason I'm emailing today! I would really like to meet you! Maybe we could get coffee one day at a Starbucks™ or something and talk about collaborating on a story. I think with your stunning personality and both of our abilities to make pussies wet, and cocks hard with the tips of our pens, we'd make a killer story! Whaddaya think?I think it would work!But, I will let you. " he paused, searching for the right words."A night with a ball freak," Melinda said."I wasn't going to put it that way," he said."I know. You were going to say something nice... and dishonest," she said. "I'm a ballfreak, Phil. I like to get into bed with a man and fuck. It's that simple. If a man feels that I'm a whore for doing the same thing he likes to do, then that's his problem. I can usually sense the way he feels. If he's got that hang-up, then I won't see him again. I won't let myself. ”Morales went back to the research on harvesting wheat.After reading about wheat for the next hour and comparing what he had learned there to the few handfuls of wheat he had brought back with him, he decided that it was ready to harvest. “Oh, great,” he told Lobo. “With all I have to do, now I have to stop and harvest the wheat before it gets blown down and ruined by the rain. But, by damn, I can live off nothing but bread for weeks or months if I have to, and the wheat should stay good.