They were holding hands, walking around just like a couple. Surely it looked weird for such a contrast in appearance. Barry felt it would look more ...ormal if she were with a hunk like TJ. He felt a woman like this mother was miles above his league. Brandy didn’t seem to care or even notice the difference in their appearance; she was enjoying herself.After their museum trip, Brandy took a nap with Barry. Barry remained wide awake, holding his sleeping mother in his arms. His aunts and. That hadn't turned out to be one of my better decisions. I remembered another airport, many years before that, saying goodbye to Heather as she flew out of Sydney, and out of my life. I hated airports for many years after that.The flight from Dallas wasn't too bad – long, of course – fifteen hours on a plane would test the patience of anyone. That wasn't counting the three hours from Jacksonville to Dallas, or the two hours lay over there. Still, as flights go, it was okay; I had a vacant seat. I found out that I did not work on Tuesday. We decided to have lunch at the local restaurant. When we were done we decided to drive around in his big green truck. We talked about many things until. “What is your favorite thing to do in bed?” he asked. “Let us go to your place and I will show you.” I said. It was a short drive to his place but it felt like forever; because I knew I would finally be able to have him in my arms. He was after all drop dead sexy. We go inside straight to his bed. ’ ‘Got released early,’replied Brad. ‘Sargent Cassidy,’ said the Cab Driver. Brad turned to look at the driver. ‘Yes?’ ‘Do you need help with your bags?’ asked the driver. Sandy smiled at him with tears still running down her face. ‘I can handle them.’ ‘Wait!’ said the Cab Driver, pointing at her. ‘You’re Sandra Brooks the tennis player.’ ‘The one and only,’ confirmed Brad. ‘My grand daughter is a big fan,’ stated the Driver. ‘She watches all of your matches.’ Sandy smiled. ‘Does she play?’.