I also discovered I had a "type", which is the steroetypical trucker. Big belly, a bit hair, older and of course the truck. I then knew I had to do so...ething about this. I started to activly search for guys around me. I started getting messages from men in their 50s and upwards, saying all the tings they wanted to do to me. It really turned me on, but after talking a bit to them, I was put off. I didn't really match with any of them. Some wanted me to be the active part, some wanted to make. "Save it for when you are living together," I said."You are fucking your sister," Tim replied."And that has what to do with what," I asked as I put the pizzas down on the couch.Then we got out some pops and plates for everyone and started eating."Well, Cupid must have shot an arrow or something through the house. I mean you two and you two now. Wow," Connie said."And you and Gil as well. But are you gonna be raising both babies here though," Tim asked."Yes, we're gonna be raising both babies. I've finally tracked the source of the problem down to the death of another Maggie Kittering in the Canterbury area. When I checked the hospital records, I saw not only the notice of her death, but her birth record as well, along with two other babies born the same day, one said 'baby Kittering'."So you are hoping for an afadavit, or some other sworn statement saying you are not this Maggie Wingate?" I guess. I've got this other Maggie Wingate's birth record and death certificate. That alone. “I have eclectic tastes.” I said, winking at them.Anne felt bad that she didn’t have a gift for me.“That just means that you are good at following directions, unlike some girls.” I said, giving Bev and Char a mock glare. “If you really want to give me another gift, other than coming to my party which you already did, I will take a hug.”Anne skipped over and gave me a very nice hug and managed to nip at my earlobe when she pulled away, blushing but smiling. The adults were all grinning at.