There's an inconsistency here. I was superior because I was SELF-improved, so my superiority shouldn't have been able to be passed on genetically. The...short explanation is that you shouldn't expect people's religious beliefs to be self-consistent. The Chengs DID believe I was special, and they DID believe I would have special children. That their motivations were deluded didn't alter their desire to act on them. There's nothing particularly Chinese or Buddhist about being self-deluded. For. "Told you I married you for a reason."Once Laurelyn was safely asleep, they curled up on the couch together. Brandon knew what was on his mind, what was on hers, but pure sensation had never been the goal of their sex life. He wanted to feel close to her."It's hard to believe sometimes," Meredith said. "Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be a mother before I could legally drink." Or married before it," Brandon said."And now Zach and Christa are married too," Meredith said. "Do you think. I reached over and taking his knees, spread apart his legs, moved in closer to him and took hold of his hard cock. I started to jerk it a bit and then inched closer and began to lick it until I finally put it in my mouth and began to suck on it, slowly at first. He was so much bigger than Joe's cock, but I still managed to suck on a good part of it, savoring the taste and hardness deep into my mouth and throat, gagging a bit, but thoroughly loving it's size. After a few minutes of me enjoying. Oh shit, I'm sorry."Getting up, she added, "That's OK, Dr. Burbank. I understand." And she left.Understand what? What's to understand? That she drives me crazy? That late at night, aroused and frustrated, her face... no, her legs come to mind? That she's unattainable?Totally unnerved, I left to go on rounds. At least in that arena I could put together a few cogent thoughts. There, the house staff presented to me a fascinating case, a man with an impossibly complicated vascular history.