“I was a foster child and so, because of my age, I had to leave my foster parents place and get out amongst them; well, I was a technical adult.“D...wn the street, your daddy’s brother and their parents lived in a regular ranch style house, a style popular at the time.“Julian, your bio-dad, lived there with his mom and dad. Blake your dad here, was older and already out and on his own. At any rate, the parents of your dad here and Julian were killed in an auto accident.“Anyway, like I said, I. The girl giggled and pointedout several pairs. Deena said they were nice but that she preferredsomething sexier. The girl selected others, ones with lace panels orsmall embroidered hearts. Deena took a pair and boldly held them up infront of her husband, right below his waist. He stood there with hispink lips and girly eyebrows, blushing furiously, until his wife saidshe would take all the later choices. At the checkout she made Joey usehis credit card and, at the last minute, she added a. I scanned through Corner Time magazine checking ad after ad asthe night wore on. There must have been a thousand naughty ladieslooking for some firm-handed guy to adjust their attitude,but nothing caught my attention. It wasn't until I'd reachedthe next to the last page that I finally struck pay-dirt.It was an ad next to a picture of a gorgeous blonde that read:"I've been a bad, bad girl and need some serious behaviormodification from a man who's hand moves faster than his eye.So get cracking. Less than a minute later, he was rewarded with a resounding belch, and the sounds of silence from his now-relieved offspring.“There, John Allen, doesn’t that feel better?” his father asked the boy. “You’ll learn that Daddy’s are good for something. Guess that’s one of ‘em, huh?” With the crisis now resolved, John looked at his son, and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. For that one moment, his world consisted of John Allen, himself, and Mary Ellen. For that one moment, his wife Linda was out.