The following Saturday I came home from a round of golf and I took my clubs down into the basement to polish my woods. I heard Fran and Cindy talking ...in the kitchen and from the conversation it was obvious to me that they hadn't heard me come in:Cindy: "Honestly Frannie, I don't understand why you won't. You know you wantto and you know that the guys want you to."Fran: "I can't! I want to, I'd love to, but I can't cheat on my husband.Cindy: Trust me on this one honey, he won't care. He's just. " And then home again in time to welcome the next member of the Matthews brood," Don added.Kasey put her hand on Don's arm. "Can we go on some of the tour, Dad?" We?" Jenny and me."Don hesitated for a moment. Leslie jumped in. "School comes first, but if there are some shows during your breaks, I don't see why Jenny can't go along." Please, Dad," Kasey begged.Don smiled. "We'll check the calendar and see what we can do. Otherwise, you're stuck here with Leslie and Robin. Okay?" I guess."Don was. ." A young man had burst into the room, clearly taken aback by seeing someone he didn't know."Neil, I'd like you to meet Carlos, my boyfriend." Your boyfriend? I didn't know you knew any boys. And he doesn't look like any boy to me, anyway."I could tell there was a long history of sibling rivalry between Jazz and Neil. Maybe they actually fought now and then. But the ribbing Neil was giving her was certainly done in fun."Oh, Neil. When are you going to accept the fact that I'm all grown up now. She was already walking over and climbed up to take her place, a knee on either side of Sylvia’s head. She grinned at me and then looked at the concerned expression on the girl’s face. Eliza’s nipples had finally given up the fight to be contained inside her leotard and both now stood proudly in the vee of her neckline that had been pushed to the sides. Now that I knew more about her, I felt this was not for my benefit but for herself and the girl now trapped beneath us. I couldn’t help but.