Nothing you could ever do would make me hate you." Throw your ass out on the street maybe, but not hate you I thought to myself."You really want that?...No joke?" Yeah baby, I do." Well I'm not making you any promises, but I will think on it."The next night after we had eaten and the dinner dishes had been cleared away Stella told me she was going over to her mother's for a couple of hours and that she would be back before bedtime. As soon as she had backed out of the drive I got the recorder. She went out the door, going to the kitchen. Al busied himself, setting both machines to film them. Just from different angles. One he left on the desk, and the other he placed on the nightstand. Both were ready to go. He held the remote to start the one on the desk in his hand, and could easily reach over to start the other one. He was thinking of who she might have let fuck her that last time. She said it was 16 tears ago. That would have been when he was 3 or so. Grandpa and Grandma were. Nor possibly will there even be one built with the specs I want. Let’s sit down, and I can give you the details. Meanwhile, have my car appraised as we talk so I know what I will get from that.”Emma is in her full director’s mode, and there is no chance of offering alternate suggestions. John takes them to his office, calls to have her car valued, and turns to her. Donald just takes a seat beside her to watch this show unwind.From memory, Emma lists all the features she wants. The exterior. ”She looked around and that subtly sly look that she gets when she’s about to come out with a zinger emerged onto her face, only to be replaced by an almost blank expression.“Thanks, Mom, Charlie. Thanks, Dad for the news. I guess I’m happy about that.”When she got the grins and eyerolls she expected, she grinned in response and turned and hugged Jeff again.About ten minutes later, Meka drove down the driveway and parked out of the way. Civia raced down the steps and threw herself into Meka.