Page after page, his wide eyes feasted on babyfaced younggirls who looked no more than fifteen years old, but possessedstaggeringly large breasts jutt...ing out from their tiny bodies. Thesewere the type of enormously developed juveniles that Jerry Bigginsdreamed of fornicating.Deep down, however, he knew girls like them would never want anythingto do with a balding, pot bellied man in his forties.Damn, he did love a big set of jugs, though! His wife, Betty, had bugbites for titties. That. I spent Saturday night goofing off with the twins and slept in on Sunday. I was feeling restless by noon on Sunday. I want so badly to call Suzi or Joey, but my mom kept telling me not yet. A couple more weeks.My dad had some business to take care of in New York City on Monday, so he flew out with me. He was talking about buying his own jet and was curious about what my opinions were on the ones I had flown on. I didn’t know what to say about that. What did I know about jets? We ended up taking. Jessica smiled back as she approached and extended her hand across thedesk."Welcome to the Sisters of Guadalupe. I'm Sister Jessica."The eager young reporter shook her hand."Allison Fairchild with the Austin Chronicle. Very nice to meet you."Jessica gestured to the office chairs in front of her desk. "Please, makeyourself comfortable. Take off your jacket if you like." I'm fine like this," she replied as she took a seat. "It's pretty dampout there and the chill is still in me."Jessica sat as. "He isn't really sleeping. His head is confused inside and it is trying to sort itself out. Even when he comes back to his senses he will not be completely over it," I said.Caloe gave me such a look then, as if to remind me not to tell my granny how to suck eggs, but then she let me slide."I think I should go cut some poles for our hut then. Does anyone else need help with that while I'm gone? I'm very good at cutting poles," I said."I think everyone is able to take care of their own needs so.