Can you dothat for me?"Pretty? I wasn't sure exactly what she meant. "I, I'm not su, surewhat you mean. I, I'm dressed up like you like now, aren't...I?" Silly!" she laughed. "I don't want to have dinner with my maid! Iwant to have dinner with my pretty little girlfriend. I want you todress pretty for dinner Danni. Just go into my closet and pick whateveryou'd like to wear. Surprise me. Will you do that for me?"I wouldn't have said no to her for anything. At least it sounded likethere. All was going great with my life, until my husband got a much-deserved promotion and we moved. His arrival to take over the small town branch was duly recorded in the local paper, along with our pictures; it was this article that alerted Carl to my presents. It was bright sunny Tuesday morning when my front door bell rang and there was Carl, still looking great. We kissed and over a cup of coffee we chatted about this and that for sometime. After a while Carl said we should go upstairs for a. To poke a bit of fun at me, he showed me baby pictures of ones he knew were yours, without telling me how he knew that with any certainty. Some weren’t even cute. One was downright ugly. April is a doll David. You and Paula made a very pretty baby. Not giving me any specifics, he did say the ugly girl was the only one in her family that looks good enough for someone to call her plain, and that is being generous. He’s one-hundred-percent sure that baby is yours. No even the horniest teenaged. A fireman in a white helmet made his way towards us."You've done a good job lad..." He broke off abruptly as he saw my arm. "Good grief son, that arm needs attention now."He turned to Susan, "Get him to triage now. I don't know what he's done to that arm but it doesn't look good." She nodded and helped me down to the ground and we joined the crowds streaming away from the disaster area. Angela followed holding her shoulder once more and looking forlorn.The pain had become so intense that I.