”“Hopefully, it won’t come to that,” I said.“Do you believe that?”“No,” I sighed. “No, I don’t.”October 21, 1992, Chicago, Illin...is“Mr. Adams? This is Principal Monroe.”I suppressed a sigh. I was reasonably sure what this was about. Rachel. It had to be.“Good afternoon, Principal Monroe. How may I help you?”“We had an incident today that I wanted to discuss with you.”“Rachel Marie Rizzi,” I said.“Then she is your daughter?”“No, she most definitely is not! I have two separate DNA tests to prove. " his voice trailed off."It was a bad scene," she admitted.A few weeks after Dennis and Pat had become partners, Dennis had confided that he had tickets for a touring Broadway Show that was appearing in a nearby city. They were to be a surprise to Susan, but the baby-sitter he had arranged for had fallen through. Pat had volunteered.That night had gone wonderfully. In fact, it had been about the last bright spot in the last few months. He and Susan had a wonderful time. Two months later when he. Of course I had never been embraced by a man, as they were all dead before I was born, or by any male of any kind since I had been little more than a babe when my father left. It felt marvelously good. Warm, comforting, and exciting in an oddly stirring way I had never felt before. ‘It is true,’ I pouted. ‘Never, never,’ he replied softly stroking my hair which sent incredible shivers through me. ‘What sort of powers do these sisters of yours possess that makes them so great?’ ‘They all have. My hands gently touched her breasts, softly caressing the lower slope. Then my fingers moved slowly around and upward. I felt a slight stickiness as I neared the nipple. I knew it had to be her milk, actually I later learned it was a clear discharge from the breasts. I know it had little flavor. I gently sucked on her nipple and she held my head in her hands and softly moaned. She whispered, ‘I missed you doing that to me. I missed it very much.’ I ran my hand over her swollen belly it felt.