' Then he'd allow the traffic to pass.He'd done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk...After the cop had shouted, 'Pedestrians!' ...for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, 'Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?'Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column 20 that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney.'Did you see the paper?' asked Gallagher. 'They say I died!!''Yes, I saw it!' replied. " Fwom what I heard that shouldn't be a pwablem, you get hard again wight after thex anyway." I suppose Irish said that too." You'd be thurpwised what you can learn if you just lithsen."Upstairs in the bedroom we peeled each others clothes off. Perhaps Big Beaver was named after someone like Fletch. Her muff could have used a weed whacker it was so covered in hair. But that was no big deal to me. I was too busy admiring how cute tiny tits can be. After all I was used to blockbuster mams. .” she was looking at Zann’s blouse coming open and her skirt dropping past her knees.“Shall I tell you what I’d like you to wear?” asked Zann.“Go on then.”“My jacket.”“Your jacket?” Leah was puzzled.“She means just her jacket,” grinned Camille.“Oh, great!” laughed Leah. “You want me to strip naked in front of you and your boss, then put a jacket on.”“I’ll go and wait in the living room,” I retreated.“Could you bring my jacket?” called Zann.I fetched it and passed it to Camille, avoiding. .exciting! It meant, for one thing, that maybe my mom really wasn't quite as 'racist' as I'd grown up to see her as? Then there was the nagging thought that my step-dad might be in on this whole interracial sexual thing, as well. It made so much sense that he had been the one taking those photographs---but what about the very real possibility that my mom had fucked that black guy? If my step-dad had taken the photos of my mom snuggling and cuddling with that black guy, it seemed inescapable.