Tory mentioned that she had an odd child, but Cee and Dee could raise it; my plan was different.The day she decided to release them from the tank I ma...e sure, I was there, and I claimed my daughter. I named her Kathy, and I loved her. She was mine. She was my little girl. It was like looking at a mirror image of myself in female form.She was gorgeous, and when she looked into my eyes that day, I knew she had stolen a piece of my heart and that none could take it from her. I wonder if all. I should protest that I would never do something that could potentially hurt my wife's feelings.I don't."Maia?" Yes, Janette?" Go get your husband and me some wine." Yes, Janette."Welp, that does it. I'm all in. I watch Maia quickly but calmly get up and pad around the corner into the kitchen."Hill?" Yes, Janette?" Want me to take off my clothes for you?" Yes, Janette."It's not fast, it's not slow, it's just right. She pulls off her tank top and I see fine breasts, smaller than Maia's and. "When are you going to teach me how to drive?" She asked as she admired the ring.Cade had been thinking a lot about teaching her how to drive. He was hesitant, because both of the vehicles they owned were standard transmissions and he knew it would be difficult for her to learn how to work the clutch and the gear shift while learning the basic mechanics of driving. Cade had become rather fond of the Ford Torino, and he hated the idea that she might accidentally crash it or not shift it properly. I'd started all six games and gotten 26 plate appearances. For the 26 trips, I had two hits, two walks, and was hit by a pitch once. There'd been no obvious cringing at the plate, no bailing out -- I didn't even feel stressed about the pitch that hit me on the left shoulder, even though it missed all the elbow padding and stung like a sonuvabitch.So I didn't feel spooked at the plate. But -- two hits in six games? That ain't good, Fred. That ain't good at all!What could this hippie-type chick.