“Yes I did thanks!” She grinned. “Much to the assistance of you! My knight in shining armour!” I felt my cheeks redden as I looked down at...her, knowing she had caught my eyes trailing down to her big breasts.“Nice dog, by the way.” She smiled. “What’s he called?”“Bonzo!” I grinned back as I patted the dog on the head leaning down to talk to her. I’ve had him since he was a pup.”“He’s lovely!” She grinned stretching a hand out to him to sniff. “Listen!” I am sorry for the ball and for. I won’t do it and I’ve told HIM that I won’t.’ ‘That is outrageous!’ Mrs Jones spluttered. ‘I’ve a mind to tell the mistress. If she knew, Sir Henry would never be invited here again. I have heard of some so-called gentlemen making unwelcome suggestions to the female staff in some houses, but never here.’ George had overheard both of us. He would have had to have been deaf not to. He came back to us. ‘Mrs Jones,’ he pleaded. ‘It’s not like that. I must have expressed myself badly…’ ‘You must. The baby, baby Candace, was wailing. She sure was large, well largish,” he thought. A nurse then took her and did the cleaning up process. Another nurse was tending to mommy. It was October 10th 1972.The father, the real father would not be told of his fatherhood; well, not in the near future if ever. That was a question for another time, a time, a better time, down the road. The man had a minimum of nineteen years left to serve for his crime, thought Blake Willis.Uncle Blake had made a promise. He had chosen the boxers, a pair of shorts and the Hawaiian shirt. I finally selected a scarf dress that tied around the top with offsetting scarf as a shoulder wrap with nothing on underneath. I went down to assist with the final dinner preparation to find that he and our son had everything in place. The stone that we love to cook on was ready to go to the living room, the candles were set and let, and the king crab was in the oven. Our son had volunteered to man the cooking stone. Just.