" I guess," said Paul, watching the bobbing of hiswife's breasts and smiling at the memory of theirlovemaking a few hours earlier. As always happenedw...en Liz was fitting the telemetry, Paul slowly zonedout, his thoughts returning once again to FatherErnetti. Most of what was available about hisChronovisor was frustratingly vague, but over thecourse of several years he and Susan were able topiece together the direction his research had takenfrom several odd sources and published papers. Oncethey. When Austin walked back in, his jaw almost hit the floor. He knew he was pretty lucky to have such a hot girlfriend. Her hair was curled, make up was done just right, and the black dress fit just right. She had topped the look with her favorite heels. He walked over to her, kissing her deeply on the lips, as he wrapped his arms around her. "You look incredible tonight. Are you ready to go?" Megan replied with a nod, and Austin grabbed the small bag she had packed, and her hand.He held the door. We ate rabbits and stuff from the garden grown wild; planted by Mom, cared for by God.Dad came back, gaunt, bearded, scars on his legs from shackles he said. Did Dad take care of us? We took care of Dad. We did love him and in his way, his very own way, we think he loved us. We knew, somehow, he loved Mom and died, slowly, without her. He loved us but we were not Mom.We had a milk cow and from age six I milked. The milk probably saved our lives. When Bessie died we were thirteen. I walked ten. So, he knew what kind of marriage it was, what kind of wife you were, and what kind of husband he would need to be. He knew that there was a reasonable chance that you would have another man’s baby. Who was Rita’s father, anyway?” I asked out of sheer morbid curiosity.“Biologically? I don’t know and I don’t care. It could have been any of the various men who graced my bed over the years. All that I know is that Herb has been a great Daddy to Rita the whole time and he’s even done my bidding by.