The best one was on top, so it didn't take long for Dad to say, "FUCK! Did the..." I cut him off by NP'ing his lips together, giving Dad quite a surpr...se. He got the idea though: there were other people in the living room that we didn't want to know.I said, "I saw the original paper versions." So he knows?" asked Mom."Totally. Probably has for years."Prof asked, "Are all the details correct? The Document Number especially?" Yes. They're perfect copies. I memorized them deliberately."Prof. I have some snippets, stanzas, and paragraphs, some of them quite brilliant, if I say so myself. But nothing coherent, and nothing complete.’ I actually hung my head when I told you this. ‘Nothing,’ you repeated slowly. I waited. I knew you were digesting everything I told you and, whether I liked it or not, you were going to offer me your opinion, a solution that could help or could come crashing down like a stack of cards. It was perhaps the one thing that frustrates me so about you, but is. . why did you kiss me like that?"I withdrew my hand and sighed. I had wondered whether she would even remember it, or if she did, if she would want to talk about it."You're right," I said. "I shouldn't have done it." That's not what I meant," she hurriedly insisted. "It's all right. You can kiss me like that if you want." Really?" I asked, surprised."Really," she confirmed. "I liked it. A lot. I was just wondering why you did it. I mean, it wasn't like a daddy kiss at all. It was more like a. ”That was enough of that. Franco had brought a bucket of balls and I walked them out to the circle so Tiffany would have plenty of extras when I started hitting them over the trees past center field. At least that’s the image I wanted her to have.I told Kayla to take a glove and head for deep center field. She smirked and trotted out. I watched as she found a spot in shallow center and took a seat. Nice.“You warmed up,” I asked and Tiffany nodded with a serious game face.“What do you think.