It was obvious that the deflated red balloon represented her anal cavity, and the volleyball represented, well... a volleyball. Her name was Eliza, no... Number 11, but she was the new girl and that's what it said on the back of the figure-revealing jersey she had to keep wearing until the next game. That jersey was a beacon for ridicule for all knew what it implied. She had worn her long hair in a ponytail as far as she could remember, but since her first game on Monday, she used it to hide as. "And now, it's time to meet the daughters!" he announced, and opened the door.One by one, a dozen young girls stepped throgh and lined up against the wall. Upon seeing them, Greg nearly gasped. If Lonnie hadn't already told him that the girls at the Pajama Club all looked young for their age, he would have sworn that they were far too young to be in this business. Some of them looked no older than fourteen. They were all short, with slender frames and each with a very appealing little-girl look. Well, now you can, for your newest granddaughter and Mike's future wife, Susan Carlson! What do you think?" Stanton Jeffries!" Susan exclaimed. "That was the all-time, all-galaxy dumbest question you have ever asked! What in hell do you think I think? I think Michael Morris, Jr., has just done the near-impossible. He will be marrying the finest girl alive in the whole world!"Then she reached out her arms and said, "Do you have a little kiss left for your grandmother, darling? Or are you all. ‘Okay, okay, I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll back off, but I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t retreat into that hole again. I’ll give him a few days to cool off, and then I’ll invite him to dinner. He’ll come, Woody. You’ll see.’ ******************** John did ‘cool off’ and Irene and Woody were relieved that their friend seemed to have forgotten Irene’s little interference. John came to dinner on a frequent basis, but his friends never did bring up the subject of his ex-wife. Many times Irene.