"What do you normally eat in the evening," she asked."Um, fish fingers." Yes?" Um, corned beef and salad." Ye-es?" I do myself a spag bol once a week.... Good. Go on." Ham and salad." And?" Scrambled eggs on a Sunday." Having had what for lunch?" Oh, I don't know. A couple of sandwiches and a pint at a pub while riding."Frances turned on Anthony. "Darling, this is not good enough."General Anthony nodded.Frances turned back to Mark. "Now, listen to me and no noes. From now on we produce your. How can that be, I was never adopted. My mom and dad kiss me on the cheek saying, "Merry Christmas."Memory of my parents adopting me comes."How?" I ask."Sadly, a skinny four year old boy is not very popular adoption candidates." "But a cute sad looking girl caught the attention of a couple." "They, like most young couples, wanted a baby, but one look at the crying girl and their hearts melted." "They adopted you." They didn't adopt me," I said with tears running down my face, "they adopted. Of course Mr. DeLuca put him out into retirement and he assumed a new identity to remain hidden and apparently dead, but Russ was still burning for the chance to get some payback. Now was the time for it, and I gave him one heck of a surprising phone call."Russ? Hello, this is your old friend Jonny ... how are you doing?" Jon! I'm doing okay; I suppose ... how did you get this number? Is it is safe?" Everything's secure. That idiot Wes and his buds have killed Mr. DeLuca. Blew up his house. It looked almost bigger than life for the moment just before he shoved it in my mouth without warning. I was concerned with fitting him into my mouth width-wise without my cheeks pinching and hurting as they puckered, but I really didn’t have time to think about it. I figured he’d want it sucked hard by the way he forced it in and out of my mouth. Luckily, I knew enough to take him in slightly off to the side so he wouldn’t set off my gag reflex when he hit the back of my throat. I liked that.