I just want her to know she is welcome in our family, no matter what."I was instantly in tears and hugged her hard. John stood up and was shaking Chri...' hand while I recovered myself."Chris, good to see you. We can't thank you enough for stepping up and helping us like you did," John said."I'm just glad I could help." He grabbed me as soon as Mom let me go and gave me a big hug. "How are you holding up, Kate?" I'm doing fine now. It's been a hard couple of weeks, though. I'm looking forward to. The day had been weird enough already, what was one more little eccentricity? Pushing open her bedroom door, she could see the man standing near her work desk. His briefcase was on the far chair. He smiled at her. Hello Mimi, we have an appointment I believe? The girl stared uncomprehendingly, yet with a sense of expectancy. The man was quite obviously middle aged although something about him transcended any birth certificate. He was someone she could trust, maybe even love. It all just made no. ”“Not really,” I replied, patting my abdomen. I had a good start on a midlife beer belly.“It’s not the size of the tool shed that matters,” she replied, “it’s the tools under the shed.”Now it was my turn to blush. The wine was working. inhibitions be damned. I silently toe-to-heel removed my tennis shoes, stood up and slipped out of my t-shirt, dropping my shirt on to my chair. I stripped out of my jeans, fully aware that my raging hard-on would be barely hidden by my bikini brief underwear. I. Perky C cups popping up off her chest. Excitement was off the hook. I had never had this feeling, ever. As I got to her neck and head it was plain she wanted me to see, as she was looking at me through the crack. Her greenish eyes bright and watching me. I quickly turned and leaped forward into the living room out of sight. I heard myself say “Sorry, didn’t mean too!” As I put the radio on and found a good rock channel, I heard the curtain close the rest of the way. Thinking about what I just.