.those African …sculptures”, she stammered.“Well ..I’m moving forward. I got to examine and photograph three here at the museum”, I answered...“Good…that’s good…anything else ?”, she answered, staring at my new necklace.“ I now have 36 pairings between the African pieces and the paintings”, I continued. “I am examining the African sculptures and comparing them with paintings from the School of Paris which, I think, were inspired by the sculptures. A call them “pairings”. “Good…good…how many …how. Within minutes both Ted and Augusta were sound asleep as the ship traveled through hyperspace.Angel woke up lying on the side of the big dog that was called Rosco. Looking around at the other sleeping children, she yawned and stood up. Her hand covered her groin. Crossing her legs, she looked around.Winnie Simpson looked up from the book she was reading and saw the little girl standing there. "Do you have to go to the bathroom, Sweetie?"Angel turned around and nodded her head as she whimpered.. Lightly pulling on them and rolling them in between his fingers. He started kissing the back of her neck, and licking that spot right below her ear that always makes her moan and shake with need. She finally wakes up and sleepily asked him "James what are you doing? What time is it?" he responds by telling her "it's almost 3 am, and what does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking what I want from you right now." He runs his hands down her body to her ass and pulling her ass cheeks open and sliding. She spent the entire day in bed. This was more than just a hangover, and I eventually tried to coax her up once more. Unfortunately, she didn't budge and just kept telling me she didn't feel well.I started to get worried, but by the third day she came down the steps."You okay?" I asked."Uh huh," she replied.I could tell she wasn't just by how she was avoiding our son. Kevin himself tried to talk to her but to no avail. Her mind and feelings were somewhere else, and I hoped it wasn't going to be.