I want things to go back to what they were before October 17th. That would be perfect. Jess and I would be happy, she’d be having my baby, she’d s...ill be in her Residency program, and I wouldn’t be facing a paternity suit.”Becky smiled, “And I’d like things to go back before July 2, 1978. So that I could tell you that I would agree just to keep dating and put the long-term decisions off until the future.”“Because you think it would have worked out in the end?”“Given everything that happened?. We still hadn't figured out what we were going to do... After pulling out of her neighbor hood and some small talking including Brittany complaining about how her mom wouldn't let her do something, I decided I had to ask about the attire. "What’s up with the outfits?" I ask, half expecting the answer I’m about to hear. “Ohh do you like them?” Brittany says “We decided we were gonna dress like sluts tonight!” Erin exclaimed. A great sign of things to come I thought.As we drive around, I tell. Blond hair, too long but it worked, chiseled arms/legs, broad chest, obviously a gym rat who’d just keep getting hotter if he kept it up, and grew some more chest hair. The self-esteem, however …“Ready?”“I think so.”They turned around. And for the first time, she really did feel quite small in comparison. She half-wished she’d left her heels on. His cock was even more impressive erect; it practically floated at a straight horizontal, pointing directly at her like a dowsing rod. His eyes, on the. She smiled back. That his simple greeting sent a thrill through her belly was neither unexpected, anymore, nor disconcerting.“Hi, handsome,” she flirted. “Are they all ready?”“Are who ready?” he asked.“Your mother and sisters!” she said. “I’m here to make the portraits.”“You are?”“Didn’t they tell you?” she asked, surprised. “I talked to your mother on the phone.”“Nobody said a word,” he said. “Let’s go find out.”In fact, the girls had been excited all day, and Bobby had noticed that, but he.