It's nothing. Just QES in my brain." I rested my head on mypalm. And the crowd goes silent."Oh my God..." Evan looked at me like I had two heads. W...ich,technically, yeah, but..."It's fine, really." Rachel. QES isn't something to joke about. Even I know better." Juliepiped in."I'm not joking. Look," I said, turning and lifting my hair to show themthe port in the back of my head, "It's for phase blockers. I'm probablygonna be on it the rest of my life. Or until they decide to cut my. "Anyone elseand it would have been utter torture, but with you, it wasn'tcompletely terrible. The massages you gave me, the attention... andhonestly, the nursing was kind of nice." So...?" So, Addy, I don't have any desire to be adopted and be your baby girl?Look at the future I have in front of me now. As a judge on the Courtof Appeals, I can make so much of a difference in the lives of people -Bigs, Mids, and Littles alike! I couldn't do that if I was adopted." What if it was just pretend. What had happened here? Two months ago she was a problem in our marriage. She has been trouble since day one, flunked out of college twice, run in’s with the police, a steady stream of loser boyfriends in our house. However, for the past several months she had finally grown up and turned into a decent person whom I grew to like. Surprisingly, about five days ago Angie came onto me. I couldn’t control myself when this stunning 5’2”, 110 pound baby doll with a pair of 34C’s asked me to fuck her.. You have a picture of the property. The narrow rocky strip wasn't suitable for building, wasn't worth much by itself. But access and a grandfathered-in dock, were worth millions to a developer like Brown. The struggle for ownership had lasted for generations. I'd personally tossed Simon through a hospice window when he tried to force Dad to sign a deed on his deathbed!My wife sold real estate for the asshole. Mary was blonde and beautiful, smart, ambitious and successful, sexy and damn near.