We revisited our conversation. The young poet went out drinking and fucking his dancer, so talking woke no one."You have these two images," my sister ...continued, pointing at drawings of the skinny-dippers and the junkie. "What do you notice that's similar?" They reflect their environment," I said."Good," said my professor sister. "How do they reflect it?" The junkie is the City and the skinny dippers are the country," suggested the Amazon."What do you mean?" asked my sister."The nudists are. ”Click.“Paul!”“Hello sweetie!”“Where are you?”“I am in a hospital in Pasadena, Tx.”“What?”“Yeah. I am still getting everything back in my head. We need to have a long talk. How long before you and Erin can come down here?”“We can be on the first flight out. I need to have Dara come over and take care of the older girls, but we will need to bring the babies with us.” Lynn said as she got up and went to pull out a clean bra and panty.“The babies?” Paul sounded shocked.“Yes, Paul. Penelope Erin. Guin wished she could talk to her mother about yesterday, but she had left early that morning for a weekend bible conference. Angelique, Guin's younger sister was at a friend's house for a sleep over, leaving the teen alone with her father, Bob, for the weekend.As Guin ate her breakfast she found herself mentally comparing Marc to her father. She loved both of them. Marc had been almost a part of the family for seven years, and she realized that both he and Bob were a lot alike in many ways.. The bedroom was dark, and the light from the bathroom shone a silhouette. She slid the door closed and my eyes adjusted. She still looked dressed, standing in the dim light seductively biting her lower lip. Then she opened her arms, only holding her dress, and let it fall to the floor to expose her nearly naked body. Her curves were perfect. Her stomach was flat and smooth. Her tits were pert and identical. All that was left were her tiny white panties, thigh high white stockings, and a garter.