I was coming up on my 37 th birthday and my daughter had started dressing in outfits that showed off they body’s at time I would get on them to put ...n panties. My birthday was this Saturday and my girl were getting together a lot talking about something of which they didn’t want me to know. I decided to stay out of it an wait and see. Friday night came and we had a birthday dinner at the steak house with my daughters, Janet, and Josh. This went normal at the end of the party Josh asked if I. It’s four zero zero decimal zero two.”“Got it. Hi, SJ, Ramona. Sorry, we were just finishing this up, and needed to concentrate on it. What’s up?” Dora asked.“I needed to ask the three of you ... what is that?”Beth picked the last bar, walked over to her with it. “Here, it’s a little over twenty-seven pounds.”“Oof! This is heavy. What is it?”SJ looked at it, then at the pile. He started shaking his head. “No way! Seriously?”I had a big grin on my face. “Yeah. Seriously. Call it shipment number. " Sorry to hear that" I lied."No, really, it's great money, he's lucky to have got it, and it's a two-year gig which is not too easy to find, so it gives us some stability." She parked the stroller, asked the waitress to warm a bottle of milk she had brough along, and we ordered coffee. Once again, it was as before, a flight of opera and holiday places and prior experiences, very engaging and effortless. I found myself wallowing more deeply in attraction to her, being more frank in looking at. It gave them a chance to draw breath to consider their purchases and whether they needed to shop for anything either had missed. Marina had bought presents for Ginny, Giles, Sophie and Daniel, she also added a couple of small gifts for the Morrison children at the Grange, even though she hadn’t actually met them yet. She had called into the bank at the centre, to find her cheque still hadn’t cleared and so she decided to transfer virtually all the money from her savings into her current account.