. I'm terribly sorry Jessica, but your mother just isn't in the mood right now to talk to you. I guess she's too embarrassed about her predicament.Bul... shit, she isn't even there. And who the hell is Nip-Nip?That's your mommy's pet name when she's here with us, on account of her two long... ummmm... !You really are a freak aren't you?If you think I am, you should just see your mother!You fucking liar. You've never even spoken to my mom.Oh I had a very nice, long conversation with her only three. It is for damn sure one of them!”“Well, I’m glad you’re so happy,” she said. “At any rate, we’ve got ourselves some seven months to go.”He went to her and kissed her long and lovingly. It occurred to him that his ex-best friend was not going to be thrilled with the news when he heard it. Well, it had been his choice, and it was a damn shame, he thought.****It was almost a year now since the end of my marriage to Claire Woodrew. I was at my usual station tilting one back just as my bud Sammy. They didn't find her. No one had noticed the few tiny drops of blood that had rained down on their white uniforms while they were standing by the ambulance, moments earlier.Back at the Target Club, Frank and Jessica were each telling the police their version of what happened."That evil sick bastard killed her!" Jessica was saying. She was angry and upset, her voice shaking. "He just stood there and shot her to death. Then Frank blew his goddamned head clean off!"The police officer made Frank. Amara laid on her side with her raised head supported by one arm and hand while her other rested on the smooth, supple skin of her thigh.“Mmm, and what was that?” she asked, her free hand tracing up from her thigh, through the valley of her toned stomach, along the outside of her breasts, before slowly circling in to tease a nipple and my following eyes.“Hmmm,” I so eloquently replied, getting distracted again.Amara let out a soft chuckle as she rolled out of bed. “How men get any work done.