A totally different look than her button down business like demeanor of work days. It was a very cute, casual look. Playful even.She had a picnic ba...ket in her hand and put it on the table in my office and put a table cloth over my desk and began putting out a meal of fried chicken, salad and iced tea.“for dessert there is pecan pie” she giggled as she put stuff out.“why did you go to all this trouble Jamie, don’t you have better things to do on a paid day off?”“its no trouble Mark. it is. I'm Susan Carter," she smiled."Laura Branson. I don't remember seeing you at any of the other parties." I just moved from San Diego. I'm with Bateman Advertising." My husband Charlie is in corporate law." And what are you into?" Housewife. I paint a bit." Care to show me your etchings sometime?" asked the younger woman, a sly smile on her face which Laura did not immediately pick up on."You... you want to see my paintings? asked Laura naively."Not really. I'd be much more interested in seeing. "They're going to fly him to Harbor View in Seattle," he said. "They have him on an I.V. right now. I don't know what he has, but Janny said that it spread fast. She doesn't know how bad he is but she told me that Harbor View is one of the best Emergency Medical Centers on the west coast. The only one better in Washington is Madigan at Fort Lewis."Ellen just hugged the medal in its box tighter. I looked at Nancy and then I got up, went to Dar's desk, and got out the rest of his medals. I didn't. The only way to do that is raise another man’s child, and why not in a way that no one is aware of the fact? The kid doesn’t need to know that he or she is adopted, do they? So, I, Brian Killian, must essentially encourage my wife to do what she already wants to do, namely fuck around, which I do as well. There you go. You get to be Daddy four times over. From having your own daughters from your recent marriage to siring children on my three ladies,” Brian bluntly encouraged me to boff his wife.