Neither of us have a clue what she's talking about!" Really?" she sniffled, looking up at me with those cartoon-soft, teary eyes."Yes, Blossom. Lets g... back inside and find out what she really meant. Together," I kissed a tear from her cheek.What a difference a day makes! Dinner at our house the next night included The Carson, McKesson and Parkin families. The chaos had been banished and the jovial camaraderie restored. Mom had gone all out with a classic Greek combination for dinner, Piroski,. "Don't tell my father! Please." I ask with tears running down my cheeks. I feel my hooters sway with every step. Suddenly I'm quite conscious of my own body.The tiny costume barely covers the essentials and still I try to hide myself with my small hands as he takes the pics."That depends on how good at following instructions you are!" He laughs and I nod nervously. I look at the man in front of me trembling ... I'm lost! I have to do as he says! "And you can start by not being so modest, you. After checking the boy'steeth, she turned to Merk and Durf. "He's a fine looking boy," shetold them."He's for sale, you know," said Merk."Don't go getting pushy, Merk." That's okay," replied the woman. "I suspected that was the case.Otherwise, I wouldn't have stopped to inspect him. Might I ask howmuch you want for him?" We wants enough for him," Durf pointed to Merk, "and me to each spendthe night at Doxella's." Don't go telling people that, Durf," snapped Merk. "They'll startthinking we're. .. and being very happy to do so!“You’ve always wanted to bed a couple ... I gave you a couple, papi. Reggie and me. I’m sorry that I didn’t ... show you the anklet ... or my tattoos, one of which was your name, another was his. Yours was a tramp stamp, marking me as your property for life. I kept it, didn’t get rid of it. I put his on my finger to show that he was ... and is ... wrapped around it.“I’m sorry ... I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you ... explain it ... that I just ... assumed that.