Inching closer to the center of the island, the blonde spotted something hidden behind the trees...something large. Stepping closer and squeezing betw...en two trees, she finally got a good look at it, and gasped in surprise.It was a throne.A vast wooden throne seemingly growing out of the ground, and upon that throne was an equally intimidating figure. Tall, powerfully muscular, with skin a dark yet vibrant green and a mass of shiny, almost black leaves tumbling down past his neck where his hair. “I really wish I could give him real milk,” sighed Alex as she cradled the baby against her naked upper torso.“This feels weird,” said Ronnie. “Does this feel weird?”“Only if we let it be weird,” said Alex.Ronnie looked at Bob.“Are you okay?” she asked.“I have no idea,” said Bob.“Is this weird for you?”“I think that would be a reasonable supposition,” he croaked.“It is a little weird,” said Alex, suddenly. “But not for the reasons I would have thought.”“What do you mean?” asked Ronnie.“I like. "George, I believe you are in some of the same classes as Layla's daughter."The penny dropped. "So you are Denise's mother!" I exclaimed. Without thinking I continued "She sure doesn't get her beauty from strangers."I know it is often claimed that African Americans can't blush, but Layla's nougat complexion got distinctly redder. "You and your Dad are chips off the same block, aren't you?" she laughed out loud. "But yes, I am Denise's mother and it has been mentioned once or twice that we look. He had his arm around her shoulder. He was actually feeding her a bit of food, a French fry I think.I just kept standing there staring. It was at least a full minute, maybe two before she noticed me."No!" I saw her say. He looked up as she said it. His face went gray. I nodded, slowly. I mouthed the words, I loved you, to her, and walked off. She caught up with me just as I got to the corner."Mickey, you've got to listen to me. You've got to," she all but screamed. She was desperate."Yes, Rona,.