. um ... oh, dammit, would you still do a portrait for us? Cindy's not going to leave me alone until we get some pictures, especially some of the litt...e one. I still think we should pay you, though." I'd be happy to do your pictures, Greg. But first let me apologize for being such an idiot for not thinking about what you'd feel when I said I wouldn't charge you. I'm sorry." Hey, I should be the one apologizing. It's just sometimes I feel like we're freeloading on you and Beth." I'll bet you. ”Steph’s face burned. Not one single word would form in her head, let alone on her lips.The blonde then looked up at her – eyes full of mischief – and smiled. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” She paused for a second, watching the flush in Stephanie’s face continue to deepen, and then said, “I know I don’t want to.”Stephanie gasped, in near complete disbelief at her friend’s words. Despite their years of friendship, and knowing her so well, she never would have guessed. It was. . Crissy was blond-haired, blue-eyed, and lightly freckled. Nobody would call her gorgeous, but she was pretty in an innocent-little-waif kind of way. She had gone through enough of a pubescent growth spurt to be about chin-height to me, and she was filling out nicely. Her usual outfit was simply cutoff shorts and a tank-top, which allowed me sneak peeks at her developing breasts from the loosely-open sides of the shirt. Her hair hung straight around her bare shoulders, part-way down the fair. I walked slowly towards the chair and looked to my right to see the baby crib. There she was. Baby Sierra. ***** In the next room Len whispered, ‘James, wake up.’ James grumbled in his sleepiness, turning away. ‘Len, the baby isn’t even crying.’ She sat up and pointed to the camera monitor. ‘Look!’ James must have sat up and looked at the screen. There I was, standing over the baby crib. James sprung up, now alert. ‘Shit!’ he mumbled. I gave a crooked smile to the camera. ‘Nice to finally see.