. . which filled him with joy despite the fact the child would not be his. She saw the joy in his eyes before he spoke and loved him for it. ‘That i... wonderful, Jenny,’ he said, reaching over to pull her back to him, wrapping her in his arms. ‘I only ask one thing . . . that you let your children call me ‘Cal’ and not ‘Uncle’ or ‘Grandpa.” She nodded her head in assent against his chest. ‘Rick doesn’t know about you and that I came back to see you,’ the young woman said, sitting up again to. ” Leaning closer and whispering now, added, “But you did have my pussy you randy bugger, I woke up knickerless and leaking this morning, bloody sore too, so what did you do? Was I really acting slutty?” I could tell by her interested tone and the look in her eyes this was heading for my encore.“Oh yes, you were, playing a naughty girl with your own pussy before you passed out,” I lied. She looked thoughtful as I added, “But how do you know it was only just me watching you masturbate last night,. ?Fine.? She turned to Watkins. ?I’m afraid that we’ll need you to step outside for just a few minutes while we ? conduct our research.? ?Are you fine with that son?? Dean nodded and Watkins left, leaning forward to slap Dean on the shoulders. ?I’ll be right outside. Be gentle with him, Miss Patterson.? Both women left their seats to stand by the young man. Moriarty removed the blood pressure apparatus from her bag and slipped it over his arm. The measurement was fine and she. “Where did you get that thing and how did it get on your head?” Sara asked. “You like?” She couldn’t stop giggling and we kept smooching as I carried her upstairs. The hat with a sprig of mistletoe dangling from it was having both of the results I had hoped. Laughs and kisses, and often simultaneously. I never let go of her as I lowered her feet so she could stand next to our bed. She nuzzled into my chest, content, with fits of sweet laughter.“I think I should open my first gift,” I said as I.