Annie is not a MILF nor a model or even a stick insect of a woman. After forty odd years and two kids she has become a wholesome woman some would say ...hubby but I say buxom. Her figure obviously isn’t the same as when I met her all those years ago, but I still love her and she me. We have brought our kids up as our parents did to us and though not perfect they are well mannered and caring kids. They have worked hard to get an education something more than their parents and we are rather proud. Nothing at all from Canberra and everything appeared to be peaceful in my CSIRO realm. I told the folks at SciTech when I wouldn't be in and talked to Sue. She was going to try to get Chaz on camera again.Patrick had "graduated" to a child's booster seat and we were using the capsule for Sarah. A second child really increased the volume of baggage. On Saturday, Weena took Patrick off to buy new clothes. He wasn't happy about it, as he could tell from where he was that he was nearing the end of. "I followed her down a boardwalk and up some worn, outside stairs to a dark room above a large tavern."Sit," she said, pointing to the only chair. "I'll get us something."She put down her bundle, opened a cupboard and produced a bottle and two dirty glass. She wiped the glasses out with her shawl, splashed whisky into them and handed me one. She gulped hers and I sipped mine. It was awful, raw stuff not even fit to call white lightening but probably sold as rye.She sat on her unmade, swaybacked. She brightened instantly."Let's go to bed." He said."Yours or mine?" She said cheekily, although deep down she was hoping for an either/or answer, hoping to feel his warmth against her body as they slept."Best be our own tonight." He answered sensibly, her imagination taking hold of the last word."Tonight?" She thought, "Why did he say tonight? Where do we go from here? Is this going to be hanging over us every time I touch him? What? How?"Michael turned off the lights and followed Sarah.