I think that was the last one. No, here’s onemore.“I’ve got to catch my breath, Margie. Stop twistingaround. I’ll get my ass o...ff you in a second. I needsome strength for one more thing. Aha, you’re startingto respond. Your beautiful vagina is right in front ofmy eyes, and this time I’m using only my fingers. Doyou feel them inside you? Your husband is prettylarge, so you’re used to being stretched, I can tell.Would you believe I’ve got three. .." GrandmaIrene grumbles, and it's all I do to stop Sarah from doing a victorydance on the sofa. For the next two uncomfortable hours- when theattention isn't focussed on Jenny, anyway- Sarah and my grandparentsengage in a verbal tug of war, with my grandparents referring to theconservative, Christian way in which they were raised in the 1950s- away that had no room for transsexualism or homosexuality- and my Sarahconstantly reminding them through her actions that it is, in fact, 2015,and. She looked over the rim of her glasses at Kristen first, then over at Chris. ‘Ah, Mr. Johnson, sorry to keep you waiting,’ she said evenly. She glanced over from him to Kristen, then back. ‘I apologize for holding you up, but I just got word from the central office that we’ve filled the position. I’m very sorry, but I won’t need to interview you at the moment.’ She looked at Kristen and continued, ‘And Ms Ames, I’m sorry to say the same goes for you. I really apologize that you both had to come. He didn't want the Goslins to know how he had rescued the girls. The girls were about to panic by the time he returned to them, but they calmed down when they saw him coming.By this time, he was too tired to carry the girls, so they had to walk. Fortunately, they were still tired and frightened, so they were not difficult to herd into the dark alleys that The Ghost used to convey them to Betty's bordello. He took them in that back door and had the girls sit on the floor to rest while he went to.