‘Mr. Morris, my name is Amanda Wallace. If you have taken the time to read the e-mail from Bryce Pierre, you should know who I am.’ ‘Actually, y...u are some strange voice on the other end of a telephone line and I have no evidence that you are anyone I should even be talking with,’ said Morris. ‘Fair enough Mr. Morris. Your employment with Wallace Enterprises is hereby terminated. You will have ten minutes to vacate the building before I have you arrested for trespassing. Please take Nina Aldaco. The boat is on the mooring." We have a dinghy."That brought out raised eyebrows ... and that twirly motion that dads make with one hand when they want you to 'get on with it'."It's on the trailer ... we need to launch it."More twirly."We need to start the pickup."Continuous twirly."So we can hook it up to the trailer ... so we can run it down to the Bait House Boat ramp and launch it."Twirly" ... the battery is dead." I'll jump it off with the Continental." Six volt, Daddy. The Continental is. He leaned towards me and gently wrapping his hands around my head, placed his lips on mine and kissed me so passionately I nearly melted right there. “I love you” I whispered again as we parted, feeling deep inside me the same love I had for Jon, now extending to Jerry. “What about him?’ Jerry asked as he motioned to Jon. I looked over at Jon who still had his hard cock in his hand, then back at Jerry, “He will do as I want” I said, knowing Jon would obey my wishes just to please me. “If. We're at the age where the nap isn't so critical. The kid takes after the old man-- savors his sleep. But there's a bit of the mother in him--gets too excited to fall asleep. During the week, Dad says time to hop in bed, it's habit. Dad's such a boring old putz anyway, might as well have a snooze. Besides, if Dad doesn't get his little laydown, what a cranky bastard he becomes! But come the weekend-- Mommy's home! Here's a kid who turns backflips at the mention of Hump Day. No, not that one! I.