Ted then froze and had to pull over to the side of the road. He was trembling, breathless. He had suddenly come to the realization that his children m...y not even be his own. "Oh, my God," he screamed. "Oh, that fucking bitch," he shrieked. He felt the nausea return and barely made it out of the car before vomiting his breakfast by the side of the road. The tears started again and he fought them back and gained some control. "No more, no more tears for what was," he vowed. "Time to move on," he. He was deep in one story when his phone rang. "Rehome News. Tom Pfeiffer here." Tom – you wanted to speak to me?" It was the Governor."Yes, sir. Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted you to be aware that circumstances have altered my view of how I am going to write the story of the Malan mothers." Oh? How?" You remember Mrs Jeannette Reagan?" The one who arrived first, that you were so keen to write about?" That is her, sir. It is a bit embarrassing. I have fallen for her, and Enid is equally. This one was from Sis…oh lord I better be careful here! It was a nice letter telling me about how her and Mandy and Becky were moving into a nice place they all found and were going to stay together. This of course got a few million questions…who is Mandy, Who is Becky...on and on…So there was a graduation picture from Sis that they had just done for their school of medicine class and I take it out and show everyone…to all the cat calls and damn Private, I need to meet your Sister…and I figure. She was more than happy to shimmy, joggling her breasts for the smiling men. Her pussy was impossibly slippery under her little skirt. The blonde reluctantly stopped herself and covered her tits with her hands. "OK, OK, time to pony up. How many boxes of cookies would you like?" Abby bent over, grabbed her blouse and put it on, buttoning with trembling fingers.The two men looked at each other sheepishly. "Well, we don't get paid until 5, so we don't have much cash now. We can take a couple of.