She was still in her work clothes, tight pants, low cut button up shirt, and high heels. Quiet the knockout MILF. I dont know how long I was starring,...but Stephanies take a picture itll last longer snapped me back to reality. Stephanie was clearly upset Monday and wasted no time telling me she was grounded her cell was taken away and her life was over. She wished she could come live with me. Dirty thoughts of how she would pay rent crossed my mind and interrupted when she said she smelt. "Hi, Ginny. Er, hello, Mrs. Underwood." I think you're old enough to call me Elizabeth now, Ryan." Er, OK."Ginny bent and kissed Ryan on the cheek. "I have to go out for a while, Ryan. Why don't you stay here and keep my Mom company?"The young man had the most perplexed look on his face."Don't worry, Ryan. My Mom knows everything there is to know. Enjoy yourself." With that she walked out, intending as arranged to spend the afternoon walking the local Mall. Her specific goal was to buy herself. It was my childhood bedroom, but now we both shared it. It was a little cramped, but that was life in Clint's harem. Despite owning three houses, things could get crowded with his children darting around. “Ready!”I nodded my head, a heat fluttering through me as my girlfriend thrust her hand into the cloth, reusable shopping bag. She ripped out the item she bought. A rectangular box, not much bigger than a toothpaste container.Only it wasn't holding toothpaste. It was a pregnancy test.I was. It’s been a slow, emotionless twelve years since he woke up in a coastal hospital…not much more than a stale clinic, really…with no memory or identification. He didn’t understand their questions…he spoke English, and Japanese. Eventually, someone who could interpret was found, and eventually they all came to the conclusion that he was probably lost overboard from one of the Japan-based trading ships that stopped in a few South American ports before moving up to American coastal cities. He was.