He chuckled and helped her sit down on the couch, the pillows were soft and welcoming, she moved around and rubbed her cheek against the fabric, it wa... a nice sensation. The pillows were so kind, it was such a friendly embrace. She could get lost in this couch, she could make love to this couch, in fact why wouldn’t she make love to this couch, it was so perfect, so friendly, so soft. She grabbed one of the pillows and pulled it towards her chest, and then another pillow she squeezed in between. . Cheryl." Cheryl's head gave a surprised twitch. I guess she was taken aback that a teenage boy, and a young one at that, would be so forward as to address her by her given name. Still, she shook his hand nervously.Dad beckoned Connie over to introduce her as well. Connie slinked over wearing an expression of lust on her face that no one could miss. "I am so pleased to meet you, Cheryl. I just know that we are going to get along very well." Cheryl was becoming slightly unnerved rather than. She was different than the cookie cutter "J's." I could be pleased and happy keeping her pregnant and happy. Pregnant? Oh-My-God ... I wanted kids. My kids, her kids, our children. Grandchildren. I wanted out children to have grandchildren. A rosy future with the money to make life wonderful. A new beginning for the house. Jess would make my house our home.Across the bridge, late in the evening ... someday someone is going to pave Main. Splishing and splashing up to the hotel and ... well, Son. We can drive in five hours and stay overnight, or fly and come home this afternoon. Which way will we go?" Silly girl, we just had a conversation about how I wanted to spend the evening, and you want me to stay overnight in Miami?"Wanda said, "You could always pick up something in South Beach or you and I could play at a hotel tonight."Brandy came over and put her hands around Wanda's neck, "I could strangle you for even suggesting he get mixed up with some skanky babe from Miami. None of us.