And he’s Denise’s. And Candace’s. And Brittany’s. And Kylie’s ... and Kara’s. He belongs to all of us now. That’s fine and dandy with me.... I wouldn’t divorce the hubby, though, if I were you. Adultery is a lot more fun than divorce!” Kathy winked at each of us, much to our shock with this news.“Sorry ... babe,” I told Tamar.My boss burst out into laughter and puckered up for a very sweet kiss for both Kathy and me alike. Then she laughed again and knelt to take me inside her mouth all over. .. Christ, I still can't believe Dad's dead." I know," I told her and hugged my little sister as she gave a ragged sob into my chest.We drove to Dwyer Funeral Home in Parkland, across the street from the Market Place grocery store. My mom wasn't coming. But she saw watched us leave in my Mustang, her face red with tears. She loved dad once, before he became abusive. I think she may have loved him when she pulled the trigger on the shotgun and killed him. Mom just hated Dad more than she loved. It even turns me on.’ ‘Yes, yes you’re right. Paul, or should I say Pauline,’ and he gave a little laugh, ‘please do a turn for me to see you properly.’ Paul did as he was asked and did a slow turn with a smile on his face. ‘Beautiful, really beautiful. I think you would be able to fool everybody who didn’t know for you most certainly fooled me.’ ‘You’re right,’ Miki said. ‘Many people have and still believe that Pauline is a woman, I can certainly vouch for that.’ ‘Well let’s break this. "Doc, what about work and going to the bathroom?" I inquired."Well, as far as work is concerned, you won't be going back for five or six months depending on your healing. As far as the restroom goes, you can urinate in the bottle. As for a bowel movement, that's one of the reasons you'll be in the hospital for a week. You will need help. Once you go home you can use the bottle for urinating in and use crutches to make it to the rest room unless you have a porta-potty like we do here."I couldn't.