“Yes!” I said, carefully taking Birgit from Kara’s arms.“Hi little one!” I said. “Daddy loves you!”“Are you going to call Karin and le... her know?” Kara asked.“Yes, but not today. Today is for us.”May 30, 1988, Chicago, Illinois“Last shift!” Jessica whispered when she slipped out of the roll-away bed that we’d shared.Kara was sleeping and Birgit was in a bassinet near the bed, close enough for Kara to get her without getting completely out of bed. I got out of bed quietly and pulled on the sweat. “Not bad thanks, Dad, how about you?” I replied.“Pretty good thanks, son.”When I had finished breakfast I rose from the table and grabbed my college bag when the zip opened and the contents fell out. “Fuck it!” I snapped.“I beg your pardon, Tim!” Dad growled. He hated foul language from teenagers.“Sorry Dad, but I’m going to be late,” I said going red.Dad got down on the floor and helped me pick everything up, even the porn mags that I was taking back to my mate.“Mmm I saw these on your bed. I couldn’t pass up the chance to fuck my boss so I got right in there and slammed into her for all I was worth. I was really going to love my job.Just before we went out to relieve the first shift Sylvia asked, “Would you consider fucking some of the teeny bopper’s mothers? Two of them approached me yesterday asking me if I thought you needed help with your erection.”I smiled and patter her pussy as I said, “I like older pussy. That little babe last night was way too young for me. Sure, go. I have. My wife does what I tell her to." My live should be so sweet," said Jack."Beat her regularly and you won't have that problem." She knows where I sleep." Ah." Absolutely no pity.So Jack explained, "My wife doesn't like it here, she wants to go home. The banker is from there and he can help." In that case, I'll ask him tomorrow when he checks in." Can't do it today?" Nope ... Banker is a busy man." I guess." Jack stepped away from the cage. He was about to leave when he noticed something.