C. Compton Alyssa Childers, ex-wife, mother of StacyBud Wilson, owner of second-hand store/traveling pickerSara Wilson, redhead, mother of Belle and C...sey; Brazilian heritageChuck Arnovsky, weather computer geek/hacker for hireJoanie Arnovsky, also brilliant computer mindDr. Mitchell (Mitch) Harris, general practitioner/emergency room physicianArianna Harris, mother of Angel, formerly very conservative and religiousDet. Mickey McKinnon, DPDDenise (Stormie) McKinnon, partially disabled, mother. Absentmindedly, his other hand reached up and lightly fingered the scar on his own face. I don’t think he noticed what he was doing until he saw me watching, but when he did, he dropped his hand quickly and looked away, pain palpable in his eyes. “Hey,” I whispered. “Do you want to talk about it?” I had guessed a few things myself, just from watching him and thinking through the facts I knew about him, but I hadn’t been able to figure the whole thing out. He sighed and looked at me, as if. "Aww, thanks." She hugged him and he slapped her playfully on the ass as she walked past him. She pulled off her clothes and lowered herself gratefully into the hot water. Sam was leaning against the door frame, watching her with a wicked smile on his face."Are you just going to stand there?" Lucy said. "Or are you going to test your theory?" She gestured towards the empty space in the tub, inviting him to join her."Not tonight, babe," Sam said. "You just relax, you've earned it." And with. Our kids are going to be raised in a loving environment. We’ve got a dozen grandmothers and two granddads standing in line to watch over any kids we have.”Melissa’s mother shook her head. She had learned about the commune upon her arrival. Needless to say, she wasn’t very happy about that little bombshell. Despite having been introduced to everyone in the commune, she still felt that the whole concept harkened back to the drug orgies of the sixties. She couldn’t wait to talk to some of the old.