He finished changing the nappy that he was working on. He was not enamoured of the smell, but recognised that all babies do urinate and defecate, and ...arents have to deal with it. Input causes output. It was a task he was prepared for, as he did not personally have to put up with the problems of pregnancy and childbirth. This was the easier responsibility, and he accepted that it came with the pride of fatherhood.The great thing was that once changed, the babies either settled down or went off. Gentlemen like this always found babes easier to remember. BDSM.Upon my return, I started going through the corporate directory on the Amalgamated Coal website, looking for "Bill," the man with whom my diarist claimed to have swapped. The only "Bill" senior enough to have been invited on a trip like this was William H. Conde. I picked up the phone and punched the numbers.It turned out that Conde was a fairly new executive with the company, one who didn't know enough to hang up on me after I. ”The doorbell rang again, and Todd realized he was closest to the entry hall.“I’ve got it!” he shouted to whoever else might be answering, wondering who else was about to join the party.“Hey, Ms. Burke. Wow!” said Olga, another of Neriah’s close friends. “Charity texted me that Neriah was home...”“We’re waiting for her on the atrium deck,” Todd gestured. “Join everyone else back there, please.”“Sure,” she gushed. “You’re looking awesome, by the way.”“Thanks. Feeling awesome,” Todd said,. "Well, if you can tear yourself away from making fun of me, I'll remind you that my tongue and fingers just made you forget your home address, and here you are making light of me. You must think you can just go out in the street and pick up any man to make you come that much."I am NOT having any fun!" -- I was laughing inside and outside. "I am NOT having any fun, and I'm very sad. So sad I might just have to say Shuck-y-Darn. Maybe even Golly-gosh. Think about it - the complete abasement of my.