" Okay, but plain cotton boxer briefs only; no imported silk drawers for this kid!"She reached over and shook his hand. "Deal, but like I said, you've...got no spirit of adventure. Mister Vanilla."As Adam got down on his hands and knees and looked more closely at the trunk and padlock, he could see neither was cheap or flimsy. The body of the trunk was made of a heavy, dense wood, held together with brass straps and corners. The padlock was an old Central Union Railroad lock with a half inch. He staggers sideways and a hand reaches down to me. I grab it. The grip is very firm but I find myself being propelled into the doorway and my face is pressed into a large firm bosom. Norm closes the door. His face is like thunder. I am half dragged into the kitchen.I am picked up and placed on one of the stools at the breakfast bar and she spins round, giving me a quick glimpse of stockinged thighs. Her leather skirt is very short and her top very tight accentuating her big boobs."Well what. I then began to realize that the baby did mean a great deal to me. I was becoming attached to her. What was that term? Oh yes, bonding. I had become bonded to her as any mother does to their children. Whoa now back up! Did I just say as any mother? I was not her mother! Oh what the hell, I guess I probably do look like her mother now, but now I'm more in the role of her protector. (Yeah I know what you're thinking, Bullshit. Okay you're right!)"Look you ladies need to compose yourselves. My. I was even able to be cordial toward the guys who had stuck it to me, or to be more factual, had stuck it in my wives. None of them knew that I knew about them. They did know that I had sent George to the hospital when I caught him with Ann. They knew that Sal had taken a transfer and had gotten out of town before I could get to him after finding out about him and Shelly. They did not know that Ann and Shelly had given the rest of them up in the confrontations that had followed my catching them.