"Two please, mate." It's already started, but you'll pick up the story easy enough."We pushed through the creaking swing doors with their chipped and ...peeling paint, and found ourselves in a grubby and musty-smelling darkness, lit only by the flickering images from the screen. Ignoring our fellow film-goers as they ignored us, we took off our coats and sat down in an empty row away from the thickest areas of billowing cigarette smoke.The ticket seller had been right, the plot was quite. "When dad said that you had a job, I didn't know what to think. Mommies were supposed to stay at home and daddies were supposed to work. It seemed like everything was upside down and backwards."I know Dad tried to hold things together. There were times when he was busy with work and we were acting like spoiled little kids. Yes, there were times when we threw tantrums. He would come out of his office to be with us. He was patient with us, but I knew that he needed to be working on his programs.. ’ Clara flew up the stairs to the bedroom and tossed her old indian blanket robe onto the bed. She took off her flannel pjs and grabbed a pair of used but serviceable sweats and a tee shirt. Then she remembered and took off the tee shirt, swearing now, and put a bra on. ‘Otherwise,’ she said to herself, ‘You’re a walking porno promotion, girl!’ There was a giggle response to that somewhere in her system but Clara couldn’t quite manage it this morning. She was barely finished, when she heard. But it seemed unlikely Jack would ever find a companion to fill his empty house in the suburbs.One day, while doing his standard surfing for the huge boobs, Jack thought to himself, "Gee, my life stinks. I really wish I could have the woman with the biggest breasts in the world in my living room. That'd be something. And if she were a real bimbo, and totally horny, and couldn't get enough sex... well, that's my idea of paradise!" Just as he finished formulating this thought, Jack found a.