I drank it down, gasping as the fiery liquid coursed down my throat."Wow, this is pretty potent." I commented, feeling a little warm.I had never had m...ch of a tolerance for alcohol. "Oh, yes, but it's the holidays! You need to have a little fun!" said Jean, putting her hand on my shoulder. She seemed a little tipsy, having downed a couple of shots herself. Her eyes were a little red, and her face was flushed."Sure, I guess so." I gulped down the rest of my drink, and grabbed a beer from someone. People change, life keeps moving on. Other then being heart broken our divorce wasn't too bad. We were able to split our money and property up evenly without too much of a fight on either end. As the kids were 15 and 12 at the time we felt them old enough to tell us which parent they wanted to go with. They were pretty close when they were younger but surprisingly Sam chose me as the best fit for her and Max chose his mother. So it was settled the kids chose their homes, and every other weekend. At night he sometimes climbed into bed with her. Shewas only 17, and he would pull down her baby doll pantiesunder the covers and turn her over onto her stomach. Hewould play with her ass and push his finger into her tightass hole. She would gasp and act like she was going to cryand Uncle Lou would cover her mouth and tell her sheneeded something. He told her she was walking around inskimpy clothes all day asking for it. He told her hewouldn’t get her in trouble if she accepted her. I owe you a debt of thanks."He grinned."Nonsense! I'm sure he would have figured it out eventually. But still, glad I could help." Speaking of newlyweds, how's your wife Maria?" She and the kids are doing fine, thanks for asking."Smoothly transitioning into the meat of the interview, she asked him how his new book was doing."Oh, it's doing great. It's not as powerful as '500 Annies', but it's still a good read, and it is a bestseller." Yes it is, I enjoyed it immensely. Did you know both books.