Isn't It?A Smilin' Jack Halloween storyby Steve ZinkHi! Do I have a story to tell you! My name's Bill Evers, and...oh, what's that you say, Melanie?... Yeah, you're right, that isn't exactly my correct name now, is it! Just let me tell them the story, okay?Well, anyway, ever since I'd met a new friend four years ago, who just happened to be female, I'd started to feel so much better about life. Things which for about fifteen years had to be hushed and hidden had since then become something to. We can take sometime off," added Amy.The next morning everyone got up and ate the delicious breakfast Alyssa made and then dressed in their swimsuits to be ready to enjoy the pool. Amy and Ted were the first to get out to the pool and lay down on the lounge chairs with Rex running around them excitedly. As Alyssa joined them Ted couldn't help admiring her body as he took in her tanned five foot six inch frame with luscious c-cup breasts, firm ass and long red hair running down to it. She looked. He wondered if the 2.2 million she was getting for it would be worth the strain. Still, after taxes and Knox's skim, it would be a cool million in the bank, and there was a record with the film that could go gold, easy, maybe platinum -- another million or two for the bank account. It seemed worth the effort. "I can take whatever you dish out," he told her. "You're the one that's going to have to get relaxed and unwound. You get yourself plenty of time in the sun, chew the fat with friends and. Dryden is coming in for breakfast, then I am sitting in his chair."She gave me a look that I was to become intimately familiar with, and said, "Angela, my dear. Hamilton will be along shortly, but breakfast is for the two of us. My husband eats at his desk most mornings, and I am thrilled that you are here to share breakfast, so sit down."Oh ... And by the way ... Please refrain from calling me Mrs. Dryden. We are family now, and I hope you feel comfortable calling me mother. If not, Polly will.