J. in the genetic lottery that’s being played out deep inside her… Wednesday, August 3. “Fifty-six…fifty-seven…” Aaron gasps, his arms sta...ting to quiver, reaching the very end of his endurance as he counts out the pushups that he’s doing. “Come on, dude! You can do it!” J.J. cheers him on, proud of his cousin and his determined effort. “Fifty-eight…fifty…nine…” Aaron is reaching the very limit of what he can take. “You’re almost there, dude!” “Sixty!” Aaron collapses in a heap at J.J.’s feet,. .?? I asked. ?As in smoke?? he asked as he pulled what looked to be a blunt out of his pocket. ?I can be persuaded to.? I said. ?Alice!? Colette gasped. ?Well...? I started sounding a bit sheepish, ?Wait a minute. You need to mind your business girlie!? ?Ooooh! But I can't join you.? Colette bemoaned. ?Sorry doll.? I said to her, then I told him to go ahead and fire it up. The room quickly filled with a pleasant aroma while he and I. But it had been pretty clean on the whole. Especially considering their 25 year age gap.Not to mention their disagreement on George. She had felt that George should always be with both parents, and he had felt that George should stay in roughly the same place and lay anchors. She won on that, because they dragged George around wherever they went on their jobs- his station consultation and her book writing. He had grown up unusually conservative for his age group; except for his libido. But John. I noticed how is eyes followed her everywhere, not as loving as father would normally look towards a daughter, but more lecherous, more like a man viewing a sexual object, becoming alien to her, as she developed and started to formulate her own mind and thoughts, pushing her daddy into the background, he was losing that all important influence over her, and becoming distant, something in her had altered her affections, and that something was her current boyfriend, a guy 20 years her.