Do you mind?” He placed the whiskey in front of her.“Not at all. Strangers bearing gifts are always welcome,” Amanda said, smiling at him. “I ...ust hope you didn’t spike that.”He chuckled softly. “Usually, I don’t have to resort to drugs to find company. I’m not here for a quick escapade.” He sipped his wine, looking her over.Amanda shivered under his gaze, feeling oddly self-conscious all of a sudden.“For someone not doing the bar circuit, you’re quite adept at undressing me with your eyes,”. George took to looking questioningly at her when they got together at the end of the day. She stuck her thumb up in answer. She was more certain every day; she could feel something happening down there.After they sent off the paper to American Anthropologist, she made an appointment with a gynecologist. She asked him about risks to the baby.“You’re going to have more problems with feeling exhausted,” he answered. “Your getting punched in the gut might hurt the fetus; falling down the stairs. “I heard somewhere” he stated “that you are looking to obtain a Labradoodle puppy. While I don’t have any just now, I do have a beautiful, healthy, 3 year old standard size poodle bitch that I’d be prepared to have bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab male with good blood lines. If you’re interested, let me know and you can have first dibs on the litter.”I was very interested having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful dogs for quite some time so I emailed right back. It's what we both want."Cole, stop this thing right now. I want to ride with the guys in the van."It's not a van, it's a SUV." Cole tried to correct her.Wendy yelled, "I don't give a fuck what you call it! Stop or I'm going to get off while we're still moving."Sam had been listening to the argument while it escalated from a slight squabble to a full-blown argument. He became alarmed for Wendy's safety. "Cole, stop right now." Why?" Cole was oblivious to everything around him except his own.