I want butter on my toast, please.’ ‘Well, I can’t help how I feel about church goers. And you know I’m right, you just don’t want to admit ...t. Get the butter out of the refrigerator yourself. How do you want your eggs?’ ‘All I’m saying is that you should at least give it a try before you start condemning the church. I’ll take my eggs scrambled,’ Joella poured herself a cup of freshly brewed coffee taking a careful sip as she watched her little sister crack two eggs into the butter coated. I still didn’t have a great answer. In fact, I didn’t have an acceptable answer. Andi simply was not who she said she was. I’d even run a search designed to find a news story about a death with a smile, a martini, and a pregnant wife. I was amazed at how many of those there were.And really—what could I say about it anyway? I couldn’t just open a conversation and say, “By the way, now that I’ve told you I love you, who are you?” Occam’s Razor demanded a simple explanation. Most I could think of. The opening scene was two men and a woman, all partially nude. The woman was on a couch between the two men, taking turns tongue kissing each man. While their hands explored her body, she had a hold of each man’s cock, gently jacking them.I looked at mom and noticed she was glued to the screen, taking sips of her wine. The action on the video escalated, and mom sat the wine down and began gently rubbing the tops of her thighs. She was obviously feeling the effect of the dope, as were Rick,. "Alright." Carly reluctantly agreed."Good." Sam relaxed. "Wanna' get lunch?" She asked.Carly chuckled. "Sure."The two best friends went to lunch on that sunny southern California day. They rarely mentioned the pregnancy. Mostly they discussed Carly's basketball career which was beginning to draw tons of national attention. She was already semi popular from iCarly, but her basketball playing was really putting her over. In 18 games with the Lady Trojans, Carly Shay was leading now only the team.