Inside I gave Paula a brotherly hug (Bloody appearance sake dammit) when all I wanted to do was drag her off to bed and make mad passionate love to he...."Good week?" Paula asked with a smile that as ever melted my heart."Oh yes, job's done. Will have new work waiting for me when I drop into the office at Buxton on Monday," I replied."I have a favour to ask," Paula said brightly, which triggered all sorts of alarm bells in me as she never asks for favours except when she's pretty sure I wasn't. He left his arm there as we walked into the little restaurant at the gas station. This wasn’t one of the regular rest stops on the highway between Toronto and Montreal and I asked him where we were. He told me that we were less than 30 minutes from The Ranch. I was shocked. I had slept like a baby on the back seat for what must have been nearly 3 hours or more. He asked me what I would like and went to get us some food and drinks. I looked around. This would be the last of the outside world. I got up the next morning, feeling like I hadn't slept at all, like I had been run over by a truck. I was blaming myself for having let things get out of hand with Cindi. As I was sitting at the table eating breakfast, Amy came in, looking like she had just awakened. Probably did, way before noon. She gave me a little smile and a kiss on the cheek."Morning, Daddy," she mumbled. Calling me 'Daddy' was a good sign. I was 'Dad' when I was in trouble with her. She didn't sound too happy or. She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde hair and the most piercing yet kind blue eyes that I have ever known. She didn’t look much different from when I had seen her last. The typical soccer mom physique. In shape, but on the cusp of letting it go. No eighteen year old, but tight and firm in all the right places.She babysat me often as a child and I was always in love with her. Once,.