She let me know that she’d never had a chance to think about it much. I asked her to call the judge back. She had said, any time, so I called her on...it.“Judge Matthews,” I asked her, “is there a requirement to have her in public school?”“No, Mr. Jackson, but I don’t think it would be to her benefit to be home schooled. That would be tough anyway, since I understand you are a newly appointed CEO of a manufacturing company.”“Checking up on me, are we?”“Absolutely.”“My question was a bit more. No need to get up until I feel like it. She’s breathing softly and steadily, still asleep. Snuggle closer; she’s lying on her back. I like cuddling with her, even when she’s asleep. Even after years of marriage, I still find her sexy as hell. Look at her face from inches away. I love those lips; best kisses and best blowjobs of my life. And those eyes; she has eyelashes to die for. My hand is on her thigh. The skin is soft and smooth. She doesn’t usually shave her legs - in fact, I can’t. “Missy Bourne?” a nurse called from the door. “Right here!” Mommy waved and stood. “Good luck!” Katie’s mother called. We followed the nurse to a standard doctor’s room. Small counter with a sink and some upper and lower cabinets in the corner. A poster on the wall advertised the latest lactation inducing drug. There were a couple of chairs and a small rolling stool. In the center of the room was the gynecology table, stirrups already out and ready to go. Muted beige and purple was. I was going to use this as an opportunity to educate you on the macabre, but it seems like you don’t need me to.’ ”Educate me on the macabre’? Holy douche bag, Brody,’ Michelle said, disgusted. Brody laughed. ‘Sorry. That was douchey.’ ‘You just sounded so pretentious right then,’ Michelle chuckled. ‘I almost had to call this whole thing off.’ ‘Hey, don’t joke about that,’ he said softly. He didn’t like hearing her even joke about not seeing him anymore. ‘I promise not to be such a douche in.