” “Evil! Evil girl you are!” I gasped in mock horror. She lifted her chin and smirked, “Maybe, but at least I know what I want and I know...you’re gonna give it to me.” “Oh you think so?” I replied, jabbing her in the ribs with a finger. Though, one thing she said nagged at my mind. I know she wasn’t being serious and she was talking about something completely unrelated, but did I…did I actually know what I wanted? In any case, that was a question to be answered another time.. “I know. We smiths have always been good breeders. But in the Europe now a days with food becoming scarce and land expensive. Our very way of life is being threatened. Sure you have your Aristotle's with their philosophy and your Galileo's with dem science doo hickeys. But the only thing we Smith's know how to do is have sex and babies LOTS of babies with LOTS of different women. Bedside's with my father going around humping every misses he can get his shaft between, I have too many fine looking horny. I stood there for another minute, and when no one was around to notice, I followed her into the empty classroom.Today she was wearing black leggings and a Wolverines Track and Field hoodie. Damn, those leggings. They left little to the imagination and of course, school rules said their tops had to cover their rear fully. That rarely happened. I've done several double-takes when a girl was down the hall wearing tan leggings. For all practical purposes, it looked like pantyhose!"Whatcha got?". While I was away from the Vigilantes the Wing had moved again to Key West, Florida. MaryAnn had to make the move from Virginia by herself once again; although my oldest, Brad, was a teen-ager and was more help than the last move.The atmosphere at Key West was much like that at Albany. Infidelity was the norm and the sexual revolution had been won. MaryAnn and I never discussed it but we sort of drifted into a sex no-fault understanding. As long as the kids weren’t affected we pretty much did as.