But I also know you know I want you to be happy. And Baby, if Malichai makes you happy, and can continue to make you happy, then I will be happy for y...u. Now, when are you going to tell him the good news?’ ‘Mama, I told you, I cannot marry Malichai!’ As my voice bounced off my walls I did not know who I was trying to convince. ‘Why can’t you Baby?’ She asked sounding like she was kissing an injury to make it better. I broke into Renéewed sobs as I grasped for reasons Malichai and I could never. Natalie was standing there, her long hair dripping wet, towel half draped around her but not covering much. “Did I surprise you?” she smiled with a cheeky grin and stepped closer to give me a hug, her big, soft breasts pushing on my chest. “Yeah, a little bit,” I laughed. “So what are you doing home? What about camping with Michelle?” She stepped away and sat down on the garden bench. “Ah, change of plans. Work called her in to work tomorrow but, eh, I’ll find something else to do.” I gave a. " Personals, right ... back in a bit." She tossed back.Walking into the bakery, she ordered a bakers dozen 'Bolos' and a carafe of Margarethe's love to go. On exiting, she heard her name called and turning, saw Mike who waved her over to the stand."Hey Agent Altman, how's the case going?" Mike asked."Well, Mr. Kilian, officially, I can't discuss an on-going case with a 'civilian'. Unofficially, nothing yet, but it's still the early phase on this one." Replied Altman, "Do you folks have the Sun. ************The steaks were medium rare and tender. The salad was crisp, covered with the delicious, hot, house dressing with bacon bits and tiny pieces of radish. The baked potatos had some steak sauce mixed with the melted butter… absolutely delicious.Mom had one glass of red wine, but limited herself to that single glass. It was going hard to slip the knockout pill into her drink unless she got tipsy; to the point she wouldn’t pay much attention to what was going on around her.We danced at.