There's an IM from Brendan Scott asking us to call himabout the semen sample," Penelope said."Let's hope it's good news but I doubt he'd have a DNA ma...ch so soon,Silvia pulled into their allocated parking space in the parking lot underPolice Plaza."Bull Semen!" Silvia screamed into the phone and Penelope winced.Silvia got her temper under control and listened for a while and then sheslammed down the phone."The fucker's playing with us. He put bull semen inside her. There is notrace evidence. I mean seriously, can you even believe there is such a thing?So when they figured out I was into girls (and it took them long enough to notice - it's not like I was doing an ace job of hiding it) they hit the roof hard.Well, he did. Mom doesn't do that. She just gets disappointed, which is much worse because she may be an asshole but she's still my mom.Where do you shop for one of these places, by the way? Not that you'd know. But I wonder, because it's not like you'd find it in the yellow. Dan poured and served more brandy; he looked directly at Interior Decorator. “I think I just saw gayness, if that is a word, with a completely new eye.” Lips brushed his cheek, hers, “I knew I was not in the least bit deceived; you have brilliance in you.” “What you saw Dan, was humanity. We should reflect as we have this drink. We have all of the time we need to get to know about each other.” Interior Decorator thought he knew the next lesson, and he was sure Dan did not know. “It is time for. . And then we fade in the beats of the Bee Gees track, ‘Staying Alive’ sound out and cut to outside where we’re walking in step with a familiar beast. Samson, the magnificent German Pointer strides along with that natural pep in his step. His big body bouncing on those long legs, mouth open, tongue out. Happy boy. His playful, very physical nature, can make him a scary proposition, but his popularity on the show has grown as all the girls realises that deep down he’s just a puppy.Walking.