.. she still has eyes that brighten up a room, although her hair is kind of short now.She puts out her hands so I can pull her up to her feet. I give ...er a truly inspiring kiss. However old she is at this point; her chest certainly has ... become magnificent. She catches my eyes looking at them and she smiles saying, “I knew growing these would finally get your attention away from my mother.”“The girls sure do look nice, Claire – they look good enough to...”“Charles, not in front of the kids,. He was in big trouble. He managed to remain coherent enough to dig into his pocket for his cell phone. It was cracked, but still worked. He took his good hand and hit Sophia's speed dial number."Hello," she said."Behind Thompson hall. Send help. Ambulance. Hurry!" he managed to squeak out. Then the line went dead.Sophia, sick with fear, dialed 911. Then she threw on a coat, and with Elise in tow, headed to Thompson Hall. She arrived first, and ran behind the building to find Warren unconscious,. The one inthe dark shirt and designer jeans. He's so checking you out, girlfriend."I nudged Eric until he saw the guy at the other end of the bar. He raisedhis glass with a smile and began to come over, taking our glances as anopen invite."Oh shit, Bea! Why did you do that? Look, he's going to talk to us." That's what happens when you're dressed the way you are tonight." Hi girls, mind if I join you? I'm Steve." He grinned as he stood closeto Eric and gazed down the front of his dress. I had. Finally, my dad met a woman named Angie and eventually married her when I was ten years old. Angie and I got along pretty well the first two years or so but then she got pregnant and gave birth to my half-sister Patsy. From that time forward, Angie treated me like the proverbial stepchild. Patsy always came first, getting whatever she wanted, while I got nothing. As the years went by, my resentment of Angie slowly turned to pure hatred. I could tell by her actions toward me that she hated me.