They first stopped at the one college in Wisconsin. They all got a tour of the campus, spoke with an admissions counselor and met with several profess...rs and had dinner with the cheerleading coach and two members of the squad. After they finished dinner, Chris said good night to her parents as she was going to stay with the two girls in their residence hall room for the night and her parents in a hotel up the road. The girls lead Chris up to their room and made her feel comfortable. They went. He went so far as to insist I have a Heart in Spade tatoo placed high on my left breast near my clevage knowing that all the world will be able to see it. My husband was so happy that he was going to be a new father again. He was in the labor and delivery room with me when I had a big, strapping eight and a half pound Black boy. My husband was thrilled and helped take care of the boy as if it were his very own son. We named him 'Mandela' after Nelson Mandela. My Black baby suckled on his. We had met casually and over the years become very close, although completely platonic, friends. It’s not that I hadn’t noticed her. She was probably the sexiest woman in town, bar none! She would walk into my shop in high heels, a well fitting dress and big floppy hat looking like a 50s pin-up with flame red hair, a more than ample bust and toned legs that went up to her curvy hips and round derriere. My breath would stop short and, try as I might to be a proper married man, I couldn’t help. Jim's mom had made only one mistake as far as I was concerned. She hadn't let her husband join in on her indiscretions, and by the time he had found out it was too late for them.************"Okay ladies," my mother called out in the small room set aside for the bride to get ready in our church, "let's give the bride a little private time to herself, shall we. Your dad will knock at the door in about 45 minutes dear." Thanks mom," I sighed, and kissed her on the cheek as she hurried the bride's.