"Please, can't I talk to you?" GO AWAY!"So, sadly and reluctantly ... I dressed and left.I couldn't just leave it there, though. I tried, several time..., to call her. I called at the house, but couldn't get a response, though I was pretty sure she was in. After a fortnight, I was almost ready to give up, but thought I'd try once more; I wrote her a letter.Dear Barbie, (I actually used her proper name)I'm truly sorry you were upset, that I was the cause of it. I just want to say that I don't. Incidentally Penny I was seriously setting up a treatment room plus lab in the derelict barn. It would be cheap to buy around here. Then I could do tests for the tarts and you could process them. Also, I was serious about offering boob jobs. Maybe some other medical services as well.”“You’ve been thinking it through haven’t you.”“Yuh and to be honest I am going to have a chat with Jack. Like Liz, I reckon that this is too lucrative to miss, even if we only open our legs occasionally.”It was at. "It's a what?" It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance."What's your name?" She wouldn't give up."Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson." Mine's Wendy ... I'm six." Hi, Wendy."She giggled. "You're funny," she said.In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.Her musical giggle followed me."Come again, Mr.. Watchman: yeah, your son should know about their all step-dads.Mom: What are you all talking….Phone rang which was on table near me. I picked the phone. It was my father on other side. He was asking about my mom and i was showing that all three men were spanking on Both ladies’ butt. Both ladies kneel on sofa by exposing their butt in air..Dad(on phone): Where is your mother?Me: She is busy with some work.Dad(on phone): What kind of work?Me: milkman is milking mom and aunty and watchman is.