I watched their identical asses sway back and forth as they walked up to the front door, licking my lips.They did have such gorgeous asses.Kitty rang ...the doorbell when I arrived. The rest of my naked harem parting to let me up to the front. The doorbell chimed through the house, ringing over and over. It was late, past midnight. I bet that asshole Scott and his poor wife were asleep.“Ring it again,” I growled.“Yes!” Kitty hissed. The petite girl jabbed the doorbell so hard, her blonde pigtails. Thelines of her face spoke of occasional hunger but not starvation, andwhile her breathing was ragged as she approached the tree that the crowhad its roost in, it was the ragged breath of exertion not disease. Thecrow was disappointed that nothing about the girl's appearance hinted atdeath, this girl existed outside of its mystic dominion, and in itsfrustration it fluffed itself up unnoticed as she came to rest againstthe tree trunk. Her occasional wracking sob sent fresh tears down hercheeks. When I was finishing my tea I saw a new family same as our entering the cottage area. The man was fair and quiet heavy looks around 40 and her wife was slim. I could not guess her age. She was more on darker side in color but was looking good in shape. Their son was around 10. They saw me; and I said hello to that man and he replied my hello. They moved to cottage next to our. The rain was still good heavy. I went inside and saw my son and wife were ready to go for breakfast. Before coming, we. I remember I had two freshly sharpened pencils and a stenographer's notebook along with me when I asked the questions. Grandma Marcy was very pleased to be interviewed. Of course I don't suppose being a nurse back when she was a nurse was exactly like it is today, or even like it was when I was in seventh grade. But I was very proud of my little paper. I thought I did a good job." So what does this have to do with knowing about Dad? Did he want to be a doctor?" Oh, no. He wanted to be a.