I was of course happy to have Ray's baby, but still it was horrible, but by then Wendy and Bill finally started visiting with their new baby Tom. “S... this our god child?” I asked. “God child? We never said you were his god parents,” Wendy replied, “Says you,” Ray said. “Yes we do say that. You got a problem with that pal?” Bill asked. "Hey, everyone be nice," Maria replied. Then we all laughed and their parents showed up. “Hello,” Their mom Elizabeth said. “Hello,” I replied. “You must be Ray. Dutch courage. This gives him the boost he needs to go round everyones door with his yucky yellow teeth and his broken specks and that clarty old chessboard of his. *Fancy a wee game hen eh?* Thats what he says when you open the door. He seems to have this belief (quite fanatical in its intensity) that playing chess is going to solve everyones problems. Its pitiful really when you think about it. Not one bastardll give the man a game of chess. What sort of a life is it when you cant even find. Lisa must have gotten me really worked up earlier though because I could feel the little butterflies I get when my mind gets stuck on naughty thoughts. It couldn’t have been the idea of getting caught but I didn’t know what else it could be. I was just standing by the sink, getting a glass of water when I felt chris come up behind me. He hooked his thumbs into my sweats, just above and to either side of my ass and pulled them up. “Your bow has been out all day, and it was just getting a bit. Etc etc)As Jo got ready she thought about her day ahead. It was going to be tough. A make or break pitch meeting. If they won it could mean the company kick on to a whole new level. If they lost… well she didn’t really want to contemplate that thought.She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was very short, dark but she had noticed the odd fleck of grey. Nothing unusual for a woman of 38. She wore a white blouse, that covered a respectable 36DD bra and black pencil skirt that came down.