Being sweaty and stinky did not deter their demand for mother's milk.By Sunday evening I had managed to highlight multiple pages in the last 300 of th... report and put sticky tabs to make them easy to find. I explained what I had found to the girls. Vicky was going to carry the report to Robert and Burt in the morning and explain what I had found, hoping it would assist them.Monday I was back to the work routine; kisses all around, including gentle ones on the forehead of the boys before I left.. “Then do so.” Came her soft reply. She left me to my thoughts.I took another deep breath and sank to my knees. Thinking of what this implied, did Kassandra bring me here to fight the war, was it for something further in time? Did I have any choice in the matter or does what I do come preordained. I thought that I had free will, did I? After hours of thinking and not able to draw any conclusions, I remembered Sister Emily’s last words to me. Either I trusted Kassandra and did so with my whole. She was wearing tight jeans that accentuated her hips and ass, along with open toed heels. Sandra nearly always wore ragged shoes that came off as soon as she got into a house, so the heels were a nice change. Sandra had also put her time in the bathroom to good use. She had curled her shoulder length brown hair, and for what had to be the first time Id ever seen, she had on makeup. It was subtle enough to highlight her beautiful face, and bold enough to be seen. The overall effect was to make. Elrod's S2K StoryBy Elrod WWhat a day! Long, insufferable meetings, with idiot managers that would easily make a Dilbert cartoon. On the way home, after my wife and I picked up the boys from day care, they started fighting. In rush hour traffic. During a squall. By the time we got home, I was exhausted, and had a headache. Quick - take two Tylenols, and try to find somewhere quiet for a few moments.No luck. The boys wanted me to referee their argument. And my wife was trying to get us to all.