When he saw the Caller ID, it made less sense."What is it, Stan?" he muttered into the phone."I hope you have your publicist close by," Stan said."Wha...?" Brock asked sleepily as he arose so Meredith could remain in slumber."There is a photo on one of the gossip sites," Stan said. "It shows you, Al Perez, Josh Hart and Zack Duffy partying with porn stars in Las Vegas." So?" Brock asked. "What about it?" Porn stars, Brock," Stan said. "They fuck for money." So do two-thirds of the women in. " I see mommy startto tear up as she hugs the doctor.The doctor leaves, mommy pulls up the blanket and pulls up my hospitalgown. I see her staring at my vagina. "Okay sweetie, lift your bottom upfor momma like a big girl, I mean boy, sorry sweetie."I do as I am told but she still called me sweetie. I need to act morelike a big boy instead of looking and acting like a little girl. I playwith my long ponytail as mommy is smiling looking at me for some reason."Oh yes that's a good girl, now put. I don’t smell too bad in spite of that, do I?” Carmen queried.“No, you smell like dessert, honey,” I told her as I kissed her hand, “every bit as juicy and sweet as your mother and sisters.”“I smell great, too? Glad to know! I’m not as mature or developed as Carmen, but I’m getting there. Not bad for my age, right?” Rosa, the second of the sisters, said as Steph cleared her throat to get our attention.“I know that we’re a bunch of heathens and sinners, and that’s just a fact, but we’re also a. “Who is it?”Eleanor hardly recognised her friend’s voice.“It’s me, Eleanor. I came as soon as I heard. May I come in, please?”The door opened, and Eleanor was shocked. Ellen was almost unrecognisable. Her eyes were red and puffy, her lips parched, and her hair in a tangled disarray. Eleanor could not stop her own tears which rolled down her cheeks.“Oh Ellen, I am so sorry,” she said, opening her arms.With a choked cry, Ellen flew into her friend’s arms. The racking sobs tore into Eleanor’s.