Jarred CalhounWow! A lie that went back all through the years of our marriage. I was shaken.I read through the papers that were the DNA reports. There...was no doubt about it. They were my daughters, but somebody else provided the sperm that conceived them. I sat there for a long time, under the gaze of the lawyer.I looked at him. "Now that Jarred has died, do you have any client relationship with my wife or children?" No, just the estate," he said."So, if I hire you to represent me you could do. It had been over a dozen years, yet Angie looked almost exactly as I remembered her. She had gained a little weight, but not much, her face looked a bit fuller, her hips a tad roomier. She still looked great in jeans. ‘Wow,’ was all I could say. For a moment, we just stared at one another, neither of us able to speak. In the space of an instant, my mind flashed back to our senior year in high school. Holding hands in the halls as we went to class. Laughing and joking as Angie sat on my lap in. ’ ‘She was using the bathroom last night, when we were having fun. If she didn’t hear us, then she needs her ears checked.’ ‘My stars, Fred, that’s embarrassing.’ ‘Why? She’s young and in love, really in love, with a pretty responsible boyfriend, and it doesn’t hurt one bit for her to know that her parents are in still in love, and still make love. What would make a prospective bride happier?’ ‘Fred Matthews, don’t you be talking about any ‘prospective bride’ stuff, that’s just way too early.’. And again she graduatedSumma Cum Laude, and incredibly still virginal.She had her degree, she had her teaching credential and nowshe was moving out of the area to her first job in her career asa highschool teacher. Woodview Highschool was one of the mostgorgeous campus set ups in the world. It had been the privateestate of a very wealthy gentleman in Northern California. Hehad trees brought in from all over the world. The campus hadlawns in the places where there weren’t trees. It.