" "Yay! Are you going to ride the bus, or would you have to go home first?" "I am riding the bus. Save Peggy the effort of driving back into town wh...n I know it will kill her. Speaking of busses, it looks like ours is here." "Hey Char." Bobby said, walking into the little home that Kirstie called home for only a short few months. "How are you today?" "Not bad. How about yourself, Bobby?" Char replied, quite occupied with getting dinner done. Before Bobby could answer, how ever, Kirstie's. "No, not that one, we're not even related."Mr. Jackson extended his large black hand. Shaking it, Sam looked into his impossibly blue eyes. With his brown but graying hair and muscular athletic body, Sam had no doubt that he was looking into the face of Sammy's true father.Sam explained that he found he needed some new professional portraits done for an important meeting he had in a few hours. "No prob," said Mr. Jackson, pointing Sam into his studio. In less than 10 minutes Sam had 5 excellent. Do you think my being so much taller than Jim and all ... do you think that might kind of be a turn-off for him? Or that maybe he'd be, you know, intimidated? Aw, but I don't think so. He doesn't strike me as the kind of man who's easily intimidated. He's been a little stand-offish, though. I think it's the age thing, though, more than the fact that I'm so ... big. That's what I think is holding him back. But you know, Mom, if a woman wants a man, and goes after what she wants, well there's. Can youreally change him into a pansy? That's pretty drastic isn't it? That isif you mean pansy... like I think you mean it." Yeah, I think we can do it. I have some stuff left over from when Itried to raise some milk cows. He's about Sharon's size and I'm sureshe has some things she doesn't need any more. Plus, I have a few of myold things from when I was a girl. First, let me go and find what Ihave left over from my cows. Tomorrow we can start to finish up theshed. You know... Paint it in.