How am I supposed to get through security to get that on the plane?’ ‘Anthony’s right, Boss, he just can’t walk out of the guys house carrying...his computer. HH probably has security that would stop him at the door,’ said Vito. ‘He’s got a point,’ said Angelo. ‘Besides, he don’t have to steal the whole computer, Boss. He can just copy the information that’s on the computer. That way nobody will know nothin’ and they won’t suspect him for being there to steal his secret scoring with the broads.’. Although, after what Ms. Burrow had told me, I half-expected to walk into a creepy poltergeist situation.I slung off my backpack and took off my already-sweaty shirt, a habit I had gotten into after learning the heat wouldn't be fixed any time soon. Looking around the room and taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I spoke aloud. "Mary-Jane...?"A second passed...then two...three...ten...nothing. I don't know too much about ghosts; I've always been pretty neutral on the subject of their. Her daughters had flown in from London and New York. They sat at either side of her. They stayed for two days. Her son went home before the gathering was over. During the two days I rested a lot. Holding Emma took a toll on me emotionally. That’s not a complaint. I’d do it for every one of my friends. Sitting on my front porch the second afternoon I saw the daughters take their mother out. They left in a cab. Three hours later they came back and Emma was smiling. I decided that being the. I thought that was going to be it but she went and stood in front of my small mirror and looked at herself."Jenny, you know my friend," she said still checking herself out. "Well her tits are getting really big. She at least a cup size bigger then mine. I thought guys like girls with big tits?"She turned towards me expecting an answer."Yeah some do of course," I agreed, "but then again some don't." I think I would like mine just a little bigger," she said opening her top so she could see them.