"My mother's hair was the same color'sas my sisters, but it was only shoulder length. My hair was almost thatlong back anyway so she did not notice it...growing. Nor did she, thoughI did so on a hunch, measure my height. I had grown 3 inches from thetime I had measured myself 2 weeks ago."Kyle stopped and sighed. He looked slowly over at Nami and read herexpression, a mix of skepticism and interest. She urged him with herhand to continue."That night, my sister entered my room. She was hurt. Opening her eyes as she felt Trunks take her hand and spin her like a ballerina, she couldn’t help but giggle as Trunks pulled he close. There wasn’t a sliver off light between them as he dipped her back before bending down and nuzzling the hollow of her throat. ‘What do you say we get out of here?’ He asked as the band accompanying began to go quite, his hot breath ticking her bosom through the lace of her gown. ‘Mmmm…that sounds wonderful.’ Flashing a knowing smile, he helped her back up. "You will do what we say, when and how we say it, or we will see to it that you very much regret it. Everything you have done over the past two months is a textbook stalking case, rife with sexual harassment. If we turn you in, how do you think the cons will react to this!" With a dramatic flare she shut the wardrobe door revealing a mirror on it's face and reflected in it was me.I stared, befuddled and flabbergasted I stared, the face, the hair, this could not possibly be me. This was some. The Conte girls next door were all out on a "Last weekend of summer" trip to Coney Island taking his two "out of wedlock" girls with them. He was really lucky his Uncle Vinnie had gotten him out of the paternity mess with their union-boss father. How he managed to get not only one, but two, of the teenaged girls pregnant was beyond belief. Sal made certain after that to only bury his salami in the other 3 daughters with a very discreet rubber "raincoat".He thought about going down to Van.