Sandie followed the others home on the Wednesday and joined her boy-girlfriend Virginia in the Crossroads store that Wednesday evening.Virginia had be...n in a pensive thoughtful mood but she perked up whenSandie returned. They chatted about babies but it was still in the hands of God andVirginia wasn't very hopeful. Her own high school biology lessons hadtaught her that it took millions of sperm to ensure fertilization ofjust the one egg and that particularly lucky sperm invariably had to. Even now, just remembering it, he caught himself shifting in his seat a bit to relieve a slight pressure in his slacks. Ahem! Back to his imaginary file cards. His wife expected that he was on another secret business trip. In the earlier years of their marriage, she had been impressed with his work, put up with the secrets. In turn, Dean had foresworn the bachelor habits which had given him a reputation in the office– a reputation which tended to grow larger among support staff bound to their. He took a long sip of his lemonade and lit his second cigar. Another short, thin gnarled looking cigar with a pungent aroma. I could see why his wife hadn't liked them. I lit another cigarette and waited. I knew I never wanted this old man this angry at me. Rubbing his fist, he continued his story in a calmer voice, but slower and colder than before."I want these men ruined, Christina! I want them without friends! Then I can move against these men that cheat me. These men who ruin my present to. I hurried up and put pancake batter on the heat. She'd be down in no more than 5 minutes. "I love your pancakes." She always told me. "Kinda sad that you end up making the breakfast even though I should." she said a few weeks ago as I poured syrup on her plate.I grinned."Its okay mom! You work hard to make sure we have money for the breakfast." "I know. But I don't make nearly enough now." Its enough for us mother" I said patting her hand.The sweet smell of batter brought me back. She was.