’ I said. ‘It wasn’t her husband’s. It could’ve been Grayson’s, or the Consultant’s… or any number of men Emma was dating that I’ve ...een too busy to try to discover.’ After another pause, I said ‘That’s something you’ve always talked about, Mom. You think it’s important. Why?’ ‘Well, I may be overstating its importance.’ said my mother. ‘But it is less important to know who the father is, than who thought that he was the father.’ I nodded, thinking about that. And then, something else hit me…. " Also," I said, "it feels a bit strange calling you Mark." You don't look like a Greg yourself," Mark agreed."What do you want your woman name to be?" I asked.Mark lowered her brow in thought. "What about Markie?"I sighed, "Too cliche." Marika?" Mark asked."Sounds Japanese," I said, "but for all we know you might be callingyourself toilet."Mark frowned and thought some more. "Kelly, I always thought Kelly acute name." Alright Kelly," I held out my hand, "nice to meet you."Kelly giggled. I. ‘Oh honey, wait till I get you back to the motel…’ ‘Promises, promises…’ ‘Reni, you are going to learn, I am a man who keeps his word.’ He was good to his word, barely giving her a chance to put down her bags before he dropped his own purchases, and pulled her to him. The heat flared between them and he had her undressed before either of them realized it, pushing her back on the bed, he began to work at his own, tearing his shirt and cursing as he found the zipper of his jeans stuck. When he. I loved them both. John pulled Carol to him and folded her into a full-body naked, passionate embrace. Carol reached up and pulled John in for a fevered kiss. Their mouths were wide open, their tongues entwined, their eyes locked on each other's, lost in a wonderland of lust. I could hear them groaning into each other's mouths. They both ran their hands all over the other's body. John caressed Carol's tits, pulled her nipples, and ran his hands down her back to her ass, pulling her even.