Greg stopped by one more time late in the afternoon, but only poked his head in to say something, then gone. Joyce knew then, remembering Greg’s qu...ck visit, that was it. He said something, but what? She stepped out of the shower, finally, dripping water on the cold, stark tile. The bathmat was still in the closet, forgotten in her haste to shower, to wash. Joyce carefully stepped to the towel rack, and dried herself off. Her mind wandered as she did, analyzing, her eyes wandering back to the. She wore a bright yellow T-shirt, an off the hip pair of white koolats, that hugged her slender legs.The girls talked as the continued down the dusty old road. “There’s no such thing!” declared Jessica with a sound of authority.“No, way Jessi” Monica disagreed “I totally heard the place was haunted!”“Heard?” Jessica shot back, “Heard from who? If this place is so cursed, how is it anyone’s come back with the stories?”Monica shot right back “Sarah’s grandmother told her! She said that when she. Those are the obvious things." Suddenly her examination of the wineglass took on more focus; with a mild wince, she firmly set it down, distancing herself from it."Okay. That makes sense. What's next?" Um, after that, I think you're involved," Pamela hazarded timidly.THAT was quick! "Okay, let's hear it, then." Alan wasn't giving anything away, yet."I... can't go it alone," Pamela murmured. "Single motherhood is for YOUNG mothers - I'd need a lot of help keeping up." Okay, let's start with the. Sara and her daughter were wonderful additions to our cast – which also benefited from the arrival of some legit Hollywood star power. My own daughter, Georgia, had such a natural kinky steak that one of the porn pros, a young girl named Leslie that Audrey had worked with in the past, stayed with her as a full-time mate. Former Hollywood star Candace and her daughter, as their relationship became more public, also decided to cash in.And so, just like that, my little piece of the Caribbean.