“No, their mother was my sister.” Dad pointed out. “But I helped to raise them and their older sisters since they were born. Naturally, new town... every so often with work, people assume I’m their father.”“So who’s their father?” Stacy B asked.“They have to figure that out,” Dad explained.“Any ideas so far?” Stacy B asked us.“None,” Alicia said.She looked over at me and caught something in the look I gave back to her.“Have you? Do you already know?” Alicia asked.“I have an inkling, I’m not sure. While waiting, Sam walked over near the two guys, too embarrassedto say who he really was, and how Tina could talk him into thiscrazy trade. Instead he sought to look out of the window andwatched Tina play volleyball. From what he could see Tina wasplaying pretty hard in his body and doing well. She was divingfor saves, jumping and slamming shots. She was giving his masculinitya real workout."Boy this is gonna cost me," he thought to himself. "She doesn'tseem to realize how men feel after a. So close that even through the haze of the stage lights and cigarette smoke you could see the expressions on everyone's faces and so it was easy to gauge people's reactions. Throughout the set my gaze was drawn to a particularly attractive blonde haired woman sitting just in front of me. She was wearing an extremely low cut top thus affording me a great view of her impressive cleavage. Throughout the gig I had a serious fight on my hands to avert my gaze from straying down her top. She knew it. .. NOW !!"At this last I ran the last few steps, almost falling and grabbed the chair for support. "You can take that gag out for awhile," she said, "No one will hear you way out here."I pulled the ball out of my mouth and worked my aching jaws. Sylvia handed me a glass of water with one hand while holding the remote for the collar threateningly in the other. I drank greedily. As I finished and handed the glass back Sylvia exchanged it for a paper sack."Put on everything in this bag," she said.