One lad raised his hand and said, Yes sir, but in those days there were only 13 states.A young blonde woman is distraught because she fears her husban... is having an affair, so she goes to a gun shop and buys a handgun.Then one day she comes home and finds her husband in bed with a beautiful redhead. She grabs the gun and holds it to her own head. The husband jumps out of bed, begging and pleading with her not to shoot herself.Hysterically the blonde responds to the husband, "Shut up ... you're. " I chuckled. "She joined only a few days back. Actually we've been sharing mom's bedroom since that day." And where is your mom." She was suddenly curious. "Is she out?" No... when I say we've been sharing her bedroom that meant Michelle, mom and I." You're incorrigible." I was certain that she was smiling at the other end. "And so is your mother." Not our fault." I replied. "After all we've inherited almost fifty percent of our genes from you people, I mean... grandpa and you?"Grandma laughed. "It's yours," I said after a micro-second's consideration."Really?" Chrissie asked, her expression almost comically surprised."Yeah. It's yours. Keep it." Why the hell not? It was a lame excuse for abirthday present in the first place - even if it was the last thing my Dad evergave me. Chrissie, on the other hand, was utterly delighted. She ran over in ahaze of flying skirts, pigtails whipping about in the slipstream. I braced forimpact, thinking she was going to kiss me."Thanks, Billy," she. ? You can do it.? Just another 10 minutes or so.? Good boy. Sorry about that.? He's cute eh.?Oh, wait, you're married, that's right, you're wearing a ring and thosetight shorts I love.? Nothing else Ihope.? Spread your legs a little wider.Oh, you're wearing a jockstrap. Shuck those shorts down a little so I can seethe waistband.? Quit groaning, you willobey me.? Although, I prefer a littlefight, your anguished face, the sweaty fear, it arouses me.? Like that.?Now, here's some scissors, I want.