’ I’m sure you would, she thought, but then rebuked her cynical LA attitude. This guy was nice – his face was the picture of honesty – and mo...e than anything, she was quite surprised he hadn’t recognized her. ‘Well…’ She sounded uncertain, but inside, she was certain she’d like to know a little more about this stranger. ‘It wouldn’t be any trouble,’ he assured her, ‘we can tie your automobile up to my truck and tow it off the road here.’ She smiled and held out her hand. ‘Thanks,’ she. I figured you wanted to stop.”“I just felt lucky that you kissed me and let me holdyou so I didn’t want to push my luck.”She smiled. “It had nothing to do with luck.”We were both now in what was just about the deepest,most personal conversation we’d ever shared. We hadcompletely forgotten about the movie.“So, how come you don’t have a boyfriend?” I asked.“You seem like the kind of girl who could have allkinds of guys on the hook.”She smiled shyly, shaking her head. “No, I don’t know.I’ve just. I know that you and Mom have a lot to talk about this morning, don’t you?”I looked at Lydia quizzically, but she looked down at her plate avoiding my glance.“Well, I’m just wondering,” Emily continued, “Do you think you made a little girl baby or a little boy baby in my Mom’s belly last night?”I blushed deeply and noticed that Lydia’s neck had begun to color.“I saw you all naked, Mom, and I saw you naked, Mr. John. I saw you put your big stiff man thing inside of Mom when she asked you to fuck. “Nichelle,” his mom said, “sweetheart, how are you feeling today?”“Better. Sleep did me good.”“Did you sleep well in that narrow bed?”“We always sleep well in close quarters. Don’t we, cousin?”“Coffee?” Kit asked.“Oh, yes, please.”“We have toaster waffles and cereal,” Janet suggested. We’re really not breakfast people.”“Neither am I. I like a snack around ten.” Nichelle sat with a mug of coffee.“Your dad doesn’t have any clients today, so he figured he would go pick out a Christmas tree. Annie.