” The woman blushed slightly, you could barely tell behind the red in her cheeks. “You are the sweetest thing, you look good yourself.” I never...thought of myself as having a model figure, I am average: a toned body, but not strongly built, weighing 155 at 5’9’’. “My name’s Melissa.” I was definitely getting excited. “It’s good to meet you, I’m Frank.” We walked towards the fork talking, while I secretly hoped the conversation would heat up before we separated, she was gorgeous and I would. And to a lot of the other guys, too. She is a dish, a looker, a babe - whatever the current slang is.Her name is Donna Newby, and she is about as tall as I am and wears awful short skirts. Yeah, Newby, honest. Like most of the other reporters, she carries a tiny tape recorder and a folded notepad. She wears glasses, big-framed glasses that slide down her short nose, and she looks as serious as anyone can who is that pretty and long-legged. I have no idea what color she thinks her hair is. I. He was.Michelle pulled Scott more fully into her embrace, pressing her whole body against his. She inhaled, and then said softly, almost to herself, "Mmmm, you smell good."She then gave him a kiss on the cheek - not a quick peck, but rather a full-bodied kiss, with the fullness of her moist, freshly licked lips pressed hot against his skin.This WAS very different than the chaste hugs he had gotten from the other Little League mom's, and Scott took notice."Heyyyy," Scott said, a worried tone in. We love Papa as much as you did, and our Mama loves Papa as much as your Mama did. We hope you are all happy up in Heaven, and we promise to love and look after Papa as you would have done. Rest in Peace.”They both then stood up, although I could not see too clearly as tears were silently streaming from my eyes and cascading down my cheeks. Mimi clung to me, stifling her sobs, as our two wonderful daughters spoke to the shades of the girls whose names they bore.We were nearly back to Monmouth.