I learned that Hope could no longer drive and depended on a bus to get to class. I also a had free bus travel too, our ages qualifying us, but I usual...ly drove, doing a spot of shopping on the way back or calling it my club for a pint and game of darts. I volunteered to pick her up and take her home after class. One morning when I went to pick her up, she was still getting dressed. Hope explained she was having trouble buttoning, all the way down the back, her pale beige blouse and could I. Their opening salvo sounded something like, “You girls need any company in your swimming hole, just holler in our direction because we are a pair of swimming fools when it comes to swimming in our God-given birthday suits.”At least that was the gist of the translation agreed upon by the two girls with their giggly wiggly ways in the ice cold mountain stream water that made their female skin all tingly like they were getting felt up by little fingers from head to toe.Their smiles was all the. She turned around with a devious smile and began stripping her clothes off herself, Jessamine watched as her best friend disrobed herself. Underneath the flannel and tank top was a snow pale goddess. Holly wore a red bra matched with panties designed with cat paws on her buttocks. “Perv, your turn.” Holly demanded of Jessamine. Standing there and surprised, Jessamine kicked off her shoes and threw her t-shirt aside, then she dropped her shorts and stepped out of them. Revealing her pink. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin.Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he.