It seemed Bob had other plans and had called around and gotten us a room at a local bed and breakfast. What can I say, it was a lot nicer than the pla...e I usually stayed, with a beautiful view of one of the small local lakes. Mrs. Fields -- yes, that really was her name -- not only served us real home made biscuits with breakfast, but she made a peach cobbler that was to die for.When we arrived at the hospital, Bob was the picture of professionalism and poise, chatting with, even flirting with,. We er, well. Sorry.’ Dianne gave a throaty chuckle, it was sexy sound to Jon’s ears. Definite undertones of naughtiness, a promise of wickedness to come. She was a very earthy woman and while facially like her daughter her wavy hair was blonde and she was much shorter and curvier. Jon had a bit of a thing for Dianne’s figure. He loved the shape of her calves and her deep cleavage. Jon swallowed nervously. Dianne placed a hand on his thigh and whispered to him, ‘Don’t you dare apologise for. We were so happy. Our love was so deep. Now you are gone and I’m alive. It never even crossed my mind that something would take you away from me. I knew it was time for me to go back and get on with my life. ~~~~~~ I started back at work. There were always new projects to do. I caught an interesting one: we needed to come up with a better suite of tools to manage large disk arrays. I threw myself into the task, working late, coming in early. The challenge of getting it right occupied my mind. Not that I don't want your gift if you already went out of your way to get it."The blonde smiled at the suddenly flustered birthday girl. One of Jennette's favourite things about Miranda was her super politeness. People didn't believe her when she said that Carly's personality wasn't that far away from Miranda's real one. Jennette stared a bit nervously at the second drawer beneath her vanity, realizing she was beginning to lose her nerve."Jen, you okay?"Glancing up at the clock, Jennette.