My heart skips a beat every time I see him. I take my seat and pile on the warm butter and syrup. I can eat for days on end and not gain an ounce, I a...so walk a mile and a half to school and most of the time walk it going back home, so I guess it balances out some. “Morning cupcake” daddy says. “Morning Daddy” I reply before stuffing a pancake whole into my mouth, I've always had a big mouth. “whoa slow down there hun, you have plenty of time” daddy always chides me about my big appetites. “I. Ken jerked back, "What the fuck?" but Sarah had already scooted forward after him, using the break in the kiss to drag his shirt over his head. Naked from the waist up, he shook his head. "You're a fucking psycho, you know that?"But he was laughing, and she returned a shy smile as she threaded her hands back into his hair, pulling his lips back to hers, letting him deepen the kiss this time, feeling his tongue sweep inside her mouth before tangling with hers. He tasted like the beer he'd been. "Well, other than that, what did I see in her?" I roughed his hair and started to say something."Who is the Smith Party?" a nurse asked."That's us." I said. "Is everything all right?" Well, you are the father of a healthy, nine pound baby boy with lungs like an opera singer." The mother is doing fine also. You want to go back? The father only."We both started out the door. "The father only, the biological father only." she said."That's us," Homer said. "Sure as hell." I answered."This is. "Well... ," I said, "Does that mean I won't get to pull your hair this morning." Yes... , Silly!" she laughed. "But if you're nice—maybe I'll let you." she giggled in that way little girls have that is so endearing.My dear little SeatmateI learned her name was Dora Mae Lindsey and she lived just a couple farms away from where our rented house was located.Although she was only twelve years old, she intrigued me. Even though I was fourteen, I had become a bit impressed with myself. Coach Swank.