I finally arrived at the airport, getting there an hour early for my redeye flight. Looking around, I saw a group of attractive people around my age a... the gate. I guessed they were coming back from Miami Beach. Still in their beach gear. I couldn't help but notice this one guy staring at me. He had this smirk on his face; he was tall, dark and handsome. Stocky build...and knew how to carry it well. They started to call out for boarding. This is where the sucky part comes in. I hate flying,. All three of our kids' birthdays fell in less than a three-week span. Given that we are homo sapiens, I discounted an annual cycle and chalked it up to chance. It was attended by relatives, neighbors and friends.Alexander and Melinda each had their own parties with their own friends. He was five and had an idea who his friends were, but we still assisted three-year-old Melinda with picking hers.They each requested, actually demanded big brother Harry the Babysitter, that was his full name as. Not like above, that night she was wearing a micro red dot outfit, with a small dot over each nipple, and a dot over her mons. She was quite unusual for the time, because she shaved. Thus, the lower dot just barely covered the slit. Her butt and entire backside were not obstructed, since those were truly strings connecting the dots. She had red six-inch spike heels to go with the dots. So, that is how she started.The bass player looked over at me and grinned real big. He had only seen my wife. "Mmm," she replied, non-commitally."You seem to have a pretty good handle on it, though." How do you figure?" Well, you were trained to be a noble. You know all sorts of stuff about politics and Ferelden. And you've been leading us since Ostagar – if I was leading, we'd all be lost in the Frostbacks by now without pants. And Connor would be dead, and we'd never have recruited the assassin, or Sten, or Morrigan for that matter. You've kept us all together." Well, I-" She stopped and thought.