He saw me looking at it and remarked with a sad voice, “That’s Sophie, my sister. Or better said, she was until she died.”I didn’t ask any oth...r questions, carefully setting the picture down again. It was obvious to me that my grandfather had cared a great deal about her and I didn’t want to bring up any painful memories.He offered me a comfortable seat while he sat down in his favorite chair in front of the fireplace. It looked like an ideal seat to read a book, or to have a conversation of. It certainly covered more of her skin than the one worn by Amanda Graves, who lay face down on the sun-lounger next to her.Most of the curvaceous blonde’s golden brown skin was on display, thanks to the tiny black bikini she wore. The bottoms were a thong, which left little to the imagination. She could tell that from the furtively lustful looks she got from all the men who saw her, including Helen's husband, Kent. Amanda was more confident and outgoing than Helen (or just simply more of a. .. I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. I guess you couldn't find someone else? ... a friend or relative or even a neighbor to take the seat?"The man shakes his head...... "No. They're all at the funeral."--A Cape Bretoner walked into a crowded local bar, waving his Colt 45 with an 8 shot clip and yelled,"Who in here has been screwing my wife?"A Newfie from the back of the bar yelled back,"You're gonna need more ammo!"WHILE ON A ROAD TRIP, AN ELDERLY COUPLE, STOPPED AT A PIZZA HUT FOR. We lived in a very affluent neighborhood and were highly respected. About two months before my 15th birthday, Mom had started dating a fellow she had met at a doctors gathering at the hospital. He was a well to do real estate developer. I encouraged Mom to start dating, she had been alone long enough. It certainly wasn’t because my she wasn’t attractive that she didn’t date, she was stunning. Tall, about 5’9″, long brown hair and the class of a aristocrat. Well.