" We get it; you're biased, Joe, we're just saying, think about fucking another woman, if only for dad's sake, fair enough?" Sandra asked him, glancin... at him."Yes, Sandra, and your hooters are becoming more elegant with age too." Hey, compliment your mom, not me, but thank you," she mentioned before a pause. "May I kiss your boyfriend, London?"I nodded, and then their lips pressed together, for a few seconds. "I might love my son more, but I still love you, Joe." I love you too, Sandra." Hey,. Say something!’ he thought.Kay slowly walked up to him. She was glaring at him. She took her finger and pointed into his chest.“Stay away from me. That’s what you’re good at.”He could feel the hurt and pain in her voice and on her face. It almost killed him.“The baby?” He looked down at her belly.Kay let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t worry Luca. I won’t try and trap you. Now leave before I call the police.”“Let’s go Luca.” He felt a hand on his shoulder.“I want to be alone.” Kay looked over at. Finally, a few thousand were making do as they filled their mess kits for the second time. The officers filled in behind them as the kitchen crew consolidated everything onto 20 tables. It was noted by thousands of the 3rd Division that the US President and the two Bautista Generals were last to get in line for dinner. This was never the case with the old leaders and the men sat a little taller, felt appreciated for their position in life. John had been in management all his life. He felt he. John showed up with Carla in less than five minutes, and moved the tractor to the driveway. Carla monitored the man's pulse while we both wondered why the man was still unconscious.The ambulance and paramedics showed up within twenty-five minutes. They immediately began doing tests and hooked him up to a heart monitor. The one paramedic said, "This man has a pacemaker that should have shocked him. Did it pulse while he was out? His whole body would have jerked if it did."I told them I hadn't.