Her smooth hair was down her back. She was busy doing something at the counter next to the sink.I was amazed at how beautiful Les looked after all she...been through that day. She looked like she'd just come out of the shower and was preparing dinner. I took another chance to look at that fabulous ass of hers. It still stuck out enchantingly, even though she had that robe on. That robe was something else. She got it soon after she started growing up, a present from Mom. I don't know what material. Is that OK?"What could I say. It was our vacation and I wanted my wife to have fun and, to tell the truth, the thought was turning me on as much as it was my wife. "Ok. I'll call you a couple of times just to be sure you're all right though." "That'll be fine." "Where is he?" "He's driving to the hotel in his own car. I told him to give us a half-hour or so before he came to our room. I assured him you would be in the lounge." "Pretty sure of me, aren't you?" "Yeah. I know you pretty good,. There was no earthly sense in crassly economic or practical terms for caring for these c***dren. They might live short lives and give little back in material terms to the society that nurtured them yet they were vital. They were vital because a society needed them utterly to be a civilisation of human beings. They might have cerebral palsy, Down’s syndrome, epilepsy, autism, whatever but they were essential. They were the vulnerable; the weak, but you cared for them. You cared for them because. I had plans for Angelo and his mom, if she decided to join the fray.I knew damn well that I was on my own, unless Angel Jo came to help out her whelp. If that happened, then there would be something in it for my dad. When that happened, it would be hell in the south till Angel Jo was dead or beaten into submission never to rise again. Her best move was to stay out of it. Just let the kids of two crime families do battle. But with mothers and sons, who knew."You need to call your cop friends. I.