. yeah. I thought you knew." No." Melissa shook her head. "My mom always calls Jordan 'she,' butyou keep saying 'he.' I'm just curious."."Yes. He's a ...oy. Is that a problem?" No, no," Melissa laughed. "Of course, not. It's just... well, I felther shaking when she took my measurements. What's her deal? Sexually Imean? Is she into guys? Girls?"This made Frances giggle a little. "Well, that is the big question,isn't it? See, even though Jordie's our cousin, we've really onlygotten to know him well. I told my date “hey you can come back to mine if you like”. “Yeah she said I think a few of us are thanks.” “Great”, I said. Dammit my friend thinks he’s sleeping at mine, plan ruined I thought. So we trudged back, my friend, his girl, my date and another girl who was friends with the two girls. We stayed up a while chatting and drinking, before long I grabbed sleeping bags and duvets for everyone. My date and I shared a duvet and were lying out on the couch. My friend was snoring on the second. " Oh, sure. Well, I just need to flush her chest with antibiotics and close her up. We'll come back and do the cosmetic stuff like digging out the bullet when we're sure she's doing all right. I'll keep you posted, OK?" Thanks you so much, Marty. You're definitely invited to the wedding."I got the story from Terry. They'd been called in on an assault, probably a domestic squabble. Standard procedure is to wait for the cops if you get there first because you never knew what you were walking. The man was nice looking, but nothing exceptional; the woman on the other hand was something else. A five foot one inch bleached blonde with a set of 40DD's, she had every male eye in the place on her. She had on enough makeup for six girls, and had on so much gaudy jewelry that if she'd fallen down it would have taken a crane to get her back up. I didn't realize I was staring until my wife kicked me under the table and said:"You had better put on a seat belt before you fall out of that.