The only problem was the steps were staked out by the media. Oh well, time to play politician again as we started up the steps.We made it almost to th... top of the steps before someone recognized me.“Ambassador Jones, Laura Purcell ADC news. Are you ready to go back to central Africa again after your last experience there?”“Oh yes. I am going to go back a few weeks. JBG has a lot of work to do on the African continent.”“Have all your injuries healed along with those of your men who were. ‘That’s not quite right,’ I slowly say. ‘It’s also so you won’t hear all the noise when I’m getting some.’ The girl lets out a loud laugh and exclaims, ‘Way to go, Mom!’ Then she gives me a high five which I return, laughing myself. I follow this with a hug. Yes, it’s nice to have understanding kids. Then thinking back to when I was her age I also remember that’s it’s nice to have understanding parents. I will definitely have to keep that in mind. Peyton is showing interest in males and has. In fact, they looked no older than their own daughters who were in their late teens and early twenties. In some ways they took after my mother. They certainly had the same set of curves that my mother now had, although Patricia's tits were larger and rounder. Jane's were closer to what mom's were like. They also had mom's dark hair, although Jane's had been cut in a 'bob' while Patricia's was thicker and wavier. They were also different from my mom. Both of them had dark blue eyes just like my. We were fortunate that the parking lot was behind the building, and it was late enough in the afternoon the lunch rush was over. My car wasn’t the only car in the lot, but there were only a couple of others, and they could have been the employee cars. I thought there seemed like little chance anyone was watching us, but I didn’t really care either. I was kissing Jen again, which I had been dreaming about for some time since the first date. Her tongue was dancing with mine, and our lips.