After a few seconds to read the text, Matt was back on the phone.Matt: It was from Grant. I guess his wife called him, too.Dylan: So what are we going...to do?Matt: Are you free for lunch?Dylan: Let me see . . . Yeah. Why?Matt: Call Brad. I'll call Grant. Let's meet up at Gallahan's at noon.Dylan: Oh . . . This sounds serious. Should we synchronize our watches and use a password?Matt: Swordfish.And he ended the call.About ten minutes past noon, Grant walked into the somewhat crowded watering. Understood?”Ella and Maisie both put their hands on top of their heads and said together, “Yes, Mrs L.”Mrs L and Miss Mason nodded to each other and both pulled their arms back and brought their palms down on the backs of each girl’s leg. They both heard the expected yelp but still proceeded to land smack after smack first on the leg closest to them and then the leg that was further away. Both girls bent their legs, as every girl did when the backs of her legs were smacked, but both did as they. "I..."Loren stamped his foot. "Those were real hormones, weren't they? Andnow I have boobs!" He sounded unhappy."Laura, I have not been giving you hormones," Kathleen protested. "Itwas only a game. It was something I read on the internet. I thoughtyou were enjoying it? I thought you knew?" Then what were they?" Just sugar pills." Why would you give me sugar pills?" he demanded.Stephanie rose from her chair. "Hold on! Somebody explain this to mefrom the beginning." She pointed at. My mind was racing with the possibilities that today would bring. Carol called and asked me to come over around 11:30, a half hour before Pete. When I got there she was in bed naked.Carol said, "Let's do a few pictures beforehand."I shot a few fairly tame pictures of Carol naked. I showed them to her and she was pleased with the picture quality and composition. She asked me if I was ready for the real thing. I was.We chatted for a few minutes, then there was a knock on the door. Unlike.