"What is it?"She points to an old black and white photo that was colored by hand of a baby with a bit of dark hair in a pinkish dress, "That's my moth...r." She was a cutie," I smile.Alex's sob turns into a laugh, "Yeah. She was." She flips through a few more pages, then sets the album aside.There are a few more photos and a pair of bronzed booties in the chest that Alex figures were also her mother's. She puts everything back as it was, including the dress, and moves on to one of the boxes."Old. There is a big, wide worldof pleasure out there for both of you to share and enjoy. Angie's choiceseems to play a big part in your personal happiness; I respect you forthat. There is too little genuine caring in relationships these days;that's why so many fail. My baby's father - my first Angie, that is -never married me. He split as soon as I told him he'd knocked me up." I'm sorry," I sympathized."I'm not," Faye avowed. "I adored his cock, not him. He and I nevershared even a tenth of what. But she was a nice person. When her envious female peers told her that to be popular with the guys she should let them touch her any way they wanted to, she did indeed become very popular. It was wise of her mother to begin contraception when she did. She was a fair student in high school. Tutors were plentiful, eager to spend some time alone with her and receive their thanks from one set of lips or the other. She rarely walked home from school. Many days several boys would drive her home, help. There was a touch of blush to her smile again and I understood that it was all because of my involvement that she had enjoyed something she never had before. I didn’t think it was the sex itself, something told me it was deeper than that, and on some level I didn’t fully understand, I knew we had reached an agreement we could both live with.Danielle turned straight and looked at Jana again. “So, what did Jordan have to do to get in his pants?”I frowned at the back of her head, but Jana smiled.