You would think it was just like now but the thing is Iwasn't Jessica. You see I am Jeff or at least I was. We were fighting as always when mom had ...otten home. We were because Ihad been listening in on Jessie's phone calls again. I don't know why Ialways did that but I just wanted to hang out with her and you girls.Her being three years older then me had made me always look up to hereven if she was a girl and I was a guy. Most teenagers would of outgrown this phase but you all allowed me. Lots of times it was in a dirty alleyway down in the garbage and the trash. It came from the smashing of a single bullet in the back of the head for unspecified crimes against one side or the other. It might be when a careless husband turned the ignition key in his parked motorcar expecting to hear the roar of the engine and all he heard was the pieces of his brain splattering against the inside metal of the car.Danny lived with all of that around him in 1968 and he was able to flourish and. I was confused.I put on some music and took a sip of my wine. I noticed that hers was untouched, and I lifted it to her lips and told her I thought she would like it. She said she would prefer to just get on with pleasing me.I leaved forward, thinking she wanted me to kiss her, but she turned her head to the side. She said she guessed I was ready, and she untied her top to reveal her bare tits. Then she stood up and slid her shorts and panties down in a single stroke, so she was naked. Stop working, stop trying and just be the little girl and her magic crayons. Just relax, have fun and color. Trust me on this, I know what I'm talking about."Sara took the hugs and the sage advice of her fellow magic weaver. She took an extended brownie break and then grabbed her "big girl" crayons and started having fun. True to Prue's prediction, the muse guided Sara's right hand and the next day she began sending Prue and Jenna her initial sketches for approval.Prue's latest literary.