“Do I get to read your books?” she counted.“Of course, you can read them any time you wish,” he immediately answered.“While not opposed, the...problem is Miss Piggy?” she reminded him.Sean looked at the pig. She was in her favourite spot under the desk. She was not quite so small anymore, as she was now nearly four months old. They had come back to his room after being in the observatory lounge, and Miss Piggy was with them.Getting the pig reassigned back to the cargo hold would solve the issue.. Ok, Ann, let me have your shirt." My wife smiled, stood up and gave them a striptease by slowly took off her shirt. Underneath, she had on a white strapless, push-up bra that accentuated her 34C breasts. Both of the guys clapped and cheered as she twirled the shirt in the air and then threw it over to my brother. They both continued to stare at her chest as the cards were dealt again. The next round went to my uncle and he turned to my wife and spoke in a southern drawl, "Honey, I want that. “Isn’t there something unethical about this?” Jason said.“I can’t see what,” I said with a smirk.“You’re about to be my ex-wife,” he said.“Oh, have you filed a divorce petition.’“Well, no, I thought you would take care of that. After all, I left you.”“Dream on. You don’t get away that easy. I’m your wife, and I intend to stay your wife, but right now, I’m your lawyer. So, sit your ass down.”Jason was not happy, but he sat down. We were in the big conference room. I was pulling out all the. Now he had to makedecisions."I'll have whatever Dorie Lou has," he replied, uncertain what todecide."That will be porridge oats then."Simon wondered what 'porridge oats' was and prepared for just aboutanything. In the meantime there was washing to do. He scampered ahead ofDorie Lou and beat her to the bathroom. Dorie Lou protested and bangedon the bathroom door. Mrs Benson instructed Simon to share the bathroom."If you want to share Dorie Lou's pretty clothes, you'll have to sharethe bathroom..