The park also had toilets that were frequented by gays, but I hadn't progressed to visiting those yet and in those days they were just called queers.I... wasn't in the gloom of the evening, but on a Sunday morning that this event took place, but I will never forget it. A football mactch was playing in the main park area and one or two people were around walking dogs or just enjoying the park on a Sunday. My favourite area was pretty deserted though and I strolled along the secluded paths lost in. I couldn’t remember the last time Allison and I had made love, and it’d been months since we just had sex. At the same time, Megan and Evelyn hadn’t had much mother-daughter time from Allison either. In many respects we were a family of only three—a Dad and two daughters—with a part-time presence whose sole focus in life was her position in the Holcomb hierarchy.I’d been inching closer to a major career and life decision for a long time now. Professionally, I was a Deputy Chief in the Police. "What?" Jeff said."I heard her," his Queen responded. "I heard her. I'm sure of it. She said, 'You're welcome.' ... Well, kind of. That's what she meant. I'm sure of it. Oh, I don't know; I just know she told me you're welcome."Jeff stared at his wife. The other wives looked at each other incredulously, but just quietly talked among themselves.A little later, Little One chirped again, and Jeff put her on his shoulder, but didn't pull the collar of his tee shirt out for her because of his. "Oh, what market?" Smaller paintings, say three-by-three or -four."I laughed. "By golly, I think you're right." Toss in four that size for my show in lieu of two five-by-sevens. I'll price the smaller pieces so they'll sell, but our gross will still be larger than for eight large paintings. Even better, the ten paintings shouldn't represent more work for you than the eight." All right. Six large paintings and four smaller ones, right?" Yes. I'll fax the contract to you by the end of next week..