George had taken out a deck of cards and was playing solitaire. Vicky was reading the airline magazine, but unfortunately, some bozo had already done ...he crossword, sudoku and the word search in her copy. George smiled at her, "well, want to play Poker?" "How? We don't have any chips." "Well, why don't we play limit Hold 'Em? We should be able to keep track of the pot with just pencil and paper." Vicky and George both enjoyed playing poker at the local cardroom back home. Both of them knew that. I told him I would give him a ride home so he made the call. There was a party I was supposed to go to with Taylor and some of our friends. I told Taylor I would be there later. He wanted to know what I where I was going but he stopped asking when he saw Mike standing by my car. He just grinned and said he knew what I was going to do and he wished me luck. Micky Ds was packed so we did the drive thru and got our burgers and pop and took a ride. When we were driving by the woods I told him they. Carhartt said."Exactly. That is why the letter surprised me. And angered me, to be honest. Not that he listens to anything I say at this point, but I sent him a note stating that in light of my brother's love for Caroline, the only effect of his having sent such an unspeakably crude letter — a letter whose sole purpose was to impoverish you — will be to alienate the only heir to whom he is still speaking. The only child still willing to speak to him. Now, if you will excuse me, I must go. "What do you want?" First, an admission that you are his biological father, which nobody else will see if you agree to and follow the other terms."He waited for the other terms."Second, notwithstanding that, you will never take any legal action to establish that paternity, seek visitation or custody or any say whatsoever in his life."He smirked."I take it that is not a problem."No response."Finally, you will make support payments to me, that will help you explain it away, but you won't deduct.