”“Call Tom,” I offered. “Check call logs.”“Tom?” Al asked.“Bethany’s boyfriend,” Kara said. “He’s a paramedic. The call logs w...ll say male or female, at least. But I’d have to wake Bethany.”“She’ll want to know Steve and Jess are hurt, and that they’re OK,” Michelle said.“OK?” I groaned. “I’m pretty fucking far from OK!”Kara giggled, “He’s fine!”“Wake Jess,” I said.“You are not in a position to make that medical judgment,” Al said. “It won’t change anything.”“Al!” I protested. “I need to. He was about the size of a shepherd, with all the goofy enthusiasm of a young energetic dog not long out of puppyhood. I spent a lot of time after school at my sister’s house since she lived only a couple streets over from me and I didn’t have much else to do once homework was done.Barney was a happy, horny dog who always followed me around sticking his nose in my crotch like most dogs tend to do, but there wasn’t an opportunity to see if he’d lick me because there was always someone else. After, during the brief commission that my sis had ask me out-home, i still thinked at that incredible erection that had provokated at me my sister with that beautiful position on that chair also because i had my cock still hard and wet :-P, back from the brief commission i return from her to the dining room where she is, with the TV on, sitting on the couch, normally :-P namely with the legs normal :-P, i speak front of her always staring a little my gaze toward her beautiful tonic and fleshy. I expect these results to be complete by the time we come back to court for this case," he stated.Twenty days later we are in court. I am wearing my full dress uniform, with all my medals and ribbons. I wanted the judge to know that I am a highly decorated veteran. I knew that DNA test would show that the kids were mine. I just wanted to keep Ivy off guard and pissed.In discovery I had to produce the last three years of tax returns. The returns showed that I made ninety-one thousand from Ford,.