I snapped out ofmy reverie and chewed with my mouth closed."I think I'd like to honor Mom," I said. Dad's eyebrows went up insurprise. "But I don't wa...t to be 'Viki'," I reasoned. "I'll use herfirst initial though. I think I like Veronica."Dad smiled a big smile. "That's the title of one of my favorite songsfrom the 80s." Yeah?" Yeah. I like it. It suits you," Daddy said.Our meals arrived, and we thanked the waiter. Daddy and I sat and ateand talked over the future. "Well, I can't have you. We got along well, I guess, but he was picked on a lot ... well, he'd had enough, and by the time he got to our house, one night when our parents were going to the theatre, he'd about been driven to the end of his rope."Denise took a sip of the wine. "I've never drank anything stronger than wine since then," she smiled at Lenore. "He'd brought a bottle of whiskey, and some grass. I wouldn't smoke the grass with him, but I did drink some of the whiskey." Denise shuddered, delicately. "Nasty. Combining that with his impressively broad shoulders, and Angel knew she must be huge indeed if his shirt was starting to become to small for her. She had had to cuff the sleeves in order to make the shirt fit her arms, but the body of the shirt had needed no adjustments. Even now, she could feel several of the buttons near the peak of her belly were starting to strain from the pressure. "I guess it will soon be time for normal maternity wear!" Angle smiled, knowing she already had a closet. I rolled over to her and we cuddled for a few minutes. After I had finished with building up the rest of my courage, I asked her to give me her hand. She thought I was just going to hold her hand but instead I put it on my boob. She went inside my shirt and started to play with my nipple. I was embarrassed because I knew that my nipple was getting hard. It got to the point where I wanted her to take off my bra. Didn’t work out as I thought it would. It took her 4 or 5 tries to unhook it which I.