I, Greg Rafferty, must not be of sound mind anymore. Why else would I bid on and win! little Jennifer Jacks's prizewinning bull, um, steer? It could
have something to do with her doesn't-look-old-enough-to-be-a-preteen's-mom mother, the woman behind our successful Ms. Carole's cookies. I was expecting
The Brady Bunch's Alice, not a blond, blue- eyed goddess in denim. And I know Carole is keeping something big from
me. I wonder why such a beautiful woman is so publicity shy? She won't become the spokeswoman for my family's struggling business, but I think some kisses
might persuade her to tell me her secrets and let this longtime bachelor become the daddy and husband the lovely Jacks ladies need!