"For being such a great Dad!" If you two can just hold that pose," Sasha broke in, the third voice sounding a little harsh to me - and that was mainly...because I realized I could never have enough of hearing my daughter talk - "I think I can snap some quickies."That was the first time that evening that I noticed that Sasha had a digital camera with her, a compact Yashica - or Nikon, I am not sure now - and had it aimed at us. Apparently, she was just one of the few hundreds who would be. My heart beat rose. She rubbed her face over my shoulder. I looked at her. She was sucking her lips and inviting me. Oh mine that was most memorable moment.I touched her soft lips with my lips. We started smooching. First smooch between us. Hum duniya bhul gaye. I was sucking her lips like a mad guy. We exchanged saliva. I was biting her lips. My hands were on her shoulder, going down to neck.Suddenly she stopped my hands. She holds my hand. I was afraid as I thought ki she felt bad. But to my. “I am the Base Commander, General Paul Briggs, Deputy, it is good to meet you.” The general said, reaching out to shake my hand.“Jack McCoy, Sir, pleasure is all mine, believe you me!” I said with feeling, grinning back at him. “Things were a little chancy for a while up there.”“So I have been led to believe. I suppose I should do this formally. United States Deputy Marshal Daniel Jackson McCoy, it is my understanding that you were taken against your will, kidnapped by a foreign national and. We sang and we played until the parents got there, and then we sang a little more. We were sounding pretty good by then, and the twins had taken to improvising above the rest of us just a bit, adding a whole new level of depth to the songs. Mom told me on the ride home that she got chills when we did 'Oh Holy Night', that was how good it was.I could see the Porter clan becoming a family band, maybe becoming Oregon's answer to the Cowsills or the Osmonds. Of course neither of those family groups.