I looked out over my back deck, and my heart about caught in my throat. I was sitting there on the lounge chair, looking into my pool, the overhead li...hts on shining across the backyard, and found myself staring at a half dozen cute sixteen year old girls wearing bikini bathing suits, and showing off more of their body than I'd ever imagine seeing.When I heard my stepdaughter's friend Stephanie say "Hey dude, you coming in?" I couldn't help but laugh, wondering what on earth these teenage girls. It’s very strange at times”Bob: “How so? Give me an example.”Me: “Well, take Stormy, for instance. Earlier we were playing with the dog and gave her a bone and whatnot. You filmed it, and while I’m not a reporter, I know a human-interest piece when I see one. You’re going to run parts of that on Sunday night, right? Well, I can guarantee you that by lunchtime on Monday, the phones are going to be ringing off the hook and the emails and telegrams are going to be pouring in about how I am raising. ..until i was out with henry, my secret daddy, outside the restaurant , they had rent the whole place and the backalley was quiet , he whispered in my ear it was time for dessert before walking outhe light his cigarette, pushing me against the brick wall , my knees failing under his pressure his zipper open, my treat already up and glorious , wrapping my mouth around his tasty bbc , looking up at him smilling ''good boy, work for that dessert boy, comon like this we gotta be quiet , i dont want. “I don’t mind cooking again.”“What’s she like?” Sarah Lynn asked.“I like her,” Mary volunteered. “I told her about Jett’s project and what I did. She’s in that kind of tremulous stage of deciding if she can or can’t do it. I can tell you right off that she has no designs on Jett or anyone else at the moment.”“What’s she look like?” Char asked.“About five-seven. Nice shape but I don’t think she’s a supermodel. She always dresses nicely. Shoulder length brown hair. I think it was brown eyes..