Now that Bridget and I have taken the plunge (not that plunge, yet ;-), it no longer feels like the right thing to do, nor does it even feel fun anymo...e to write details about what she and I are up to, at least in such a public forum. Probably the biggest reason is that I no longer feel like I have the freedom to write details about her without her knowledge.For those gracious enough to have read the story this far, here's where things stand as I conclude the public portion of this little. Arriving late afternoon tension is high having had a harsh discussion earlier on in the week and just not feeling the love seeing bappy was something that I wasn’t overly excited about, that was until our wee one was babysat by his mammy that evening. Now for the readers who know us better through our past stories passion is usually big between us because I don’t “diy” and I wait until I’m with him before playing at all. I do enjoy a massage or two and this is generally where they lead to.. She included Tom Jensen and Tammy from the ranch among the misfits. Loveable misfits, she corrected. Tammy and Janice had a thing going, Carol knew. Tammy had spent the night with Janice after the last dinner at the compound.She smiled at Vince, and he returned her smile. A sweet boy, Carol reflected. Carol thought of him as her grandson, and in a way he was, but she didn't have strong feelings for him like she had for George, not yet, anyway.The bruised and battered girl sitting next to Vince. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Cal.”It was George Lambe’s booming voice yanking Cal and his cobwebs back to the present tense.“I thought I’d stop and see you before I drove to Binghamton to meet with New York Cable,” Cal reminded him. “I’m going to meet with them to discuss the Annex project.”“Right, right—good idea,” George confirmed. “I wouldn’t expect any trouble over this. You briefed them on the general plan?”“Yes, just the basics,” Cal answered. “I didn’t say anything about the access.