I never really knew with my mom. She had her platinum bed head and no bra, of course, and her nipples were pretty obvious. I wondered if Mom would end...up on the news. That would be kind of funny.Ding-Ding"I'm coming!" Mom sorta yelled, but not really. Mrs. Whiting was probably already in a bad mood after our little fight.I sat up, shrugging out of my army coat, and started taking off the red high heels I was wearing. They hadn't really been that uncomfortable. I'd gotten used to them or. Her body was divine, with droopy but still succulent tits, a little bulge on her tummy and a smooth vulva and sexy legs. She was all natural in a land of fake make-believe. I started to really care about her. Applying make-up for the night to her beautiful mature face, I wondered what I got myself into. I knew she would be able to pay my usual outrageous fee, but why couldn’t she hire professional gumshoes. I shook off the feelings and looked at her again. Her short, slightly grey hair would be. They’ll likely file their challenge to the test. Then we’ll fight it out. What’s strange, and what still bothers me, is that Carla has to know if there is another possible father. If there is, then she could go after him. If there isn’t, then what? The Virgin Mary? Something just doesn’t add up.”“She’s lying. It has to be.”“OK. That worked until the DNA test results come back. If she drops the suit or doesn’t fight a ruling in my favor, I’d say you were right. If she fights, why?”Nobody had an. Permanently, Julie. I think that you should go for it, and you should also lure Tim and Annie here, so that they can be damned with you. You see, your sister’s right. Sharing him is the way to go.“Monogamy’s really a pointless business, plus you need to get used to sharing your lovers. You’ll be doing a lot of it down in Hell, anyway. No one’s monogamous or faithful in Hell, I can tell you that much. They might start that way for a little while, but it doesn’t last. It’s Hell. We don’t play by.