" Betsy turned her head side to side slightly, her eyes never leaving the image on the screen. "The poor thing is ... deformed..." Betsy continued to ...tare at the screen. I observed that 'poor thing' was how half of the women so far had referred to our newest visitor."I'll make some notes on possibilities, and we can work out the specs later once we talk with her and make our measurements," Vivian Porter said, glancing at the still-hypnotized Betsy as she left the room."Thank you!" I called. McDonald. Eddie's father. I'd like to speak to you, if I may." Of course." Carla hurried to the door, opened it to let Mr. McDonald in. He was tall, almost as tall as Arnold, and older but in a distinguished way. He was dressed casually in a lime green polo shirt and matching slacks, loafers on his feet. He smiled at her, his mustache curling up in a friendly manner."What... what is it? Is Tamera all right? I mean--" Oh, yes," McDonald said with a chuckle. "Don't worry about the kids. I think. ‘Chris, you may rapidly run out of chances of doing what you didn’t do last night if you don’t stop taking the piss.’ ‘Oh thaaaaat!’ He laughed. ‘Sorry,’ he smiled, ‘anyway you don’t have to thank me, I don’t expect it you know.’ ‘I know but… well it was our first night in the new house and everything.’ ‘Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that I automatically thought I was going to get some. I don’t know about you but I was knackered. I only popped through to make sure you were OK.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Of. So yes, our relationship was borderline ****** and we did get romantic sometimes; our deep love for each other really paid off on a special night.It happened one night when I was s*******n and I was home alone with my sister who was twenty-one at the time; she was at home for the summer from college. I was taking a shower and all was going good. Then, the shower door opened and I saw my sister standing there. To be honest, she kinda surprised me. We normally hop in the shower together. "Hey,".