She was going to break her neck..."I really wanted to make your mother do this... but sometimes you haveto do your own dirty work."I had to do somethi...g. I moved forward, I still couldn't stand... and Ifelt my hand bump something... a gun...Heroes don't kill.My daughter would die.Heroes don't kill.I had to protect my daughter, no matter what.Heroes don't kill.I grabbed the gun, and looked at them, I could see on my left was thiswoman who would end so many lives, and her two little arms that. ”“Oh, ok, so who?” Jess asked, confused. Emma nodded toward me.“Aaron,” Emma said flatly.“Huh?” Jess and I said in unison.“You have both been amazing friends to me and amazingly supportive. And I want both of you to be there for me for my wedding,” Emma said.“Em,” I said, “I am, uh, flattered and all, but you know I’m, like, a guy? I mean, I’m pretty sure you’ve seen, and played with, the proof.”Emma waved off my objection. “So we’ll call it the ‘dude-of-honor’, if you will. I think that’s the. She came down the stairs, whole office was staring her, in her white top, which was showing much than hiding, her red shorts, which were micro mini, her high heels making a symphony sound, the whole man species there was stunned, especially the expression of the watch man, he was already fucking her with his eyes, she went close to him, and said, can you please open the door for me, poor guy should have had the orgasm, richa was enjoying all the attention she was getting, she got into the car,. It would be fair to say that the bulk of the conversation at the table was about what we were going to name our new arrival. Everyone had at least 20 suggestions with names ranging from Tabitha and Tim, to Zander and Jen. It was wonderful to see the enthusiasm in everyone, even though it probably complicated the issue. But everyone got to have their say, and that is what was more important at this time. Just the fact that everyone got to participate in some fashion made the whole dinner great..