I try to humor her and I am of a mind that she is insightful sometimes."Kate looked at me and said, "I guess I could go and see her if Jim will go wit... me. I don't really want to though." Sure I'll go with you. I can't wait to see her. I am intrigued."Kate looked at her daddy and spoke. "Papa, will you go out to dinner tomorrow with Mama and us? We really would love to have you."Billy Bob answered emphatically, "No! I don't appear in public with your mother." But Papa, Jim and I want you to so. "Listen to me. I sound as cliché as one of the characters in those romances you love to read. I mean every word of what I've said. Why don't you tell me this little secret of yours, and then I can go on to show you just how much I love you."I pulled the letter that father had written to me, which revealed my true origins, out from under my pillow. I took a deep breath."I'm a clone. This letter explains everything," I said, handing the envelope to McAllister.He looked me over from head to toe. Once we were all in the cab, Gary took us back to the small area in the back of the cab, where the drivers could rest and catch a few hours of sleep. As it was a little crowded with the three of us standing, she sat down on the edge of the bed.As I had told Gary to follow my lead, I told my wife that Gary thought that she had an amazing body, to which Gary said, "You have fantastic legs, I love a women in stockings, and your breasts are just perfect."My wife started to blush, but I could see. He couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, as she stood there in her underwear, at her exposed grapefruit-sized breasts, each capped by a somehow soft and vulnerable looking pink nipple. For a moment he forgot to breathe."Well?" Connie demanded, a trace of annoyance in her voice, but also, perhaps, amusement."No bra," Peter stammered."No shit, sherlock," Connie giggled. "Can you mic me up?" I'll have to tape the mic to your chest, in between your ... uhm ... breasts," Peter offered."Do you know how?.