"And how many others?Despite Kelly's cynicism, she had nothing but gratitude for Brooke andKatie's attempt to run interference for her. Kelly could no...t imagine whatshe would have done without them.* * *Brooke's setback by Ned Johnson and his sycophants did not deter her.Without bothering to stop in the bathroom, Brooke sent Kelly back to thegroup of young women in the living room, assuring her that Katie wouldbe 'there' for her. Meanwhile, Brooke floated throughout the Johnsonhouse.Chatting in. The house was a large Victorian edifice free and clear of mortgage, and she wondered what to do with it. She wondered if she could adopt, but on enquiring, in those days she was told that as a now single young woman she was not eligible to adopt.However the kind soul at the adoption agency suggested she might think of fostering. She told me that from that moment she knew exactly what she was going to do with the house: she was going to live in it with lots of fostered children!And she did! At. The more I talked, the more she liked the fact that she hired me to teach her how to use our exercise machines and develop a fitness routine. She drooled heavily as she studied my body in great detail in the kitchen, becoming hornier by the minute. After a brief discussion at the kitchen table, we moved to the exercise room to get started. There was lots of close contact on the exercise equipment with my hands touching various parts of her body as I moved her into position. This soon caused her. He talked a lot.”“Fifteen minutes!”“Suck it up, Callie,” I suggested, starting the SUV. “So, what’s the answer?”“It’s obvious. The candle might blow out. Hay and twigs would take too long to catch fire. Therefore, you light the newspaper first. Easy.”“Nope.”“What do you mean nope?”“Nope. You’re wrong.”Turning back onto P Street and merging with traffic, Callie sat silent in thought. Eventually she assured me she was right.“You’re not.”Defiant, she demanded, “So what’s the first thing you.