Never knew my mother, she died givin birth to me. My daddy was a farmer and it was years before he got over Mommy being gone. Once I got about half gr...wn he admitted that every time he looked at me he thought of her."Clay got up and poured more coffee for the two of them. Sam pulled a bottle of whiskey out of his camp bag. "Here boy, let me sweeten that up a bit," he said as he poured a healthy portion into both cups."Don't normally drink," Clay said."Nonsense Clay. After the day we've had we. She always packed, as did he, both to show Hannah new things in their life, and ... well, on the off chance that this time they could follow. He had been stupid to start that, but ... he had believed it. At least, at first. And, maybe, the tradition had brought him and his daughter even closer together. But, now...His wife entered the room."What is it, Mark?" He handed her the letter."She's gone. I should have taken her." But, Mark!" No but!"Turning, Mark stepped up to his wife of five months. That seemed odd, seeing as how he had just started his 48 hour off time. He turned and went down the hall, out of the living quarters section of the building, to the elevators. Then, since it was only one floor down to the command suite, he took the stairs.Brad Zimmerman was the supervising analyst at the duty desk. He was doing paperwork when Bob walked in. He looked up, said, "Be with you in a sec," and went back to the paperwork. Bob got a cup of coffee from the carafe in the coffee maker,. One day I went into the kitchen to put some dirty crockery in the sink. My mother was already there. There was not a lot of space in the kitchen since there were cabinets and counters on either side. In the process of going by her she suddenly seemed to have a problem setting the burner.She said something under her breath and then leaned over the burner to get a better look. In bending over she sent her round pillory ass right into my crotch. The touch of her ass sent a very bad message to my.