And now I can't picture my life without you.The other night I drove through that place we met. It brought back so many beautiful memories, the tears f...owed freely down my cheeks as I thought of you. Tonight you're watching your son and I can't talk to you because he's sick. I'm lying here in my bed thinking of you and the sweet memories start to flow through my mind.Do you remember walking up by the fountains on the water front? Holding my hand as we travelled, not a care in the world; that. Hi, I’m Jessica ... My Dad is a big fan of yours, he is not gonna believe you were in here tonight.” she laughed.“Well tell him thanks for the support Jessica, I appreciate it.” I responded.“Could you uh ... maybe ... sign an autograph for him?” she asked, shyly.“Sure, I can, no problem.” I answered.She reached into her apron again and pulled out a blank guest check which she turned over and handed to me. She told me his name was Phil, which always meant they wanted the autographed. My sister and I always knew something was going on with ... what was her name? Ella? Elly. Mom and Dad tried to keep it from us, but we knew. Our old house had this weird arrangement with two master bedrooms with a bathroom in common. Elly had the other master bedroom, and you could go through the bathroom from one bedroom to the other without going through the hall. And when we kids would have sleepovers with other kids, they made sure that Jessie and I would both be out of the house that. She frowned that one of her daughters had found it and used it. She had to ask, but didn’t know just how to ask her daughters when and why they used it. She had put Julie on birth control a year ago to regulate her periods, but she also knew it would protect her if she got carried away on a date. She was planning on taking Susan to the doctor to start her on birth control this year. At least one of her daughters was protected in case of a lustful accident.Marsha went to lunch and met with.