She had short, curly blonde hair and full lips that were accentuated by the rather crass shade of lipstick she was wearing. She was dressed in a thick...winter coat and her face was flush from the cold."Nasty weather you've found yourself stranded in, boys." Said Erica, brushing the snow from her shoulders and removing her gloves. "Good thing I heard your message on my radio, doubt many other people have one of those nowadays." Afraid my car broke down a few miles out, so I'm not going to be able. I mean, I love those kids at the daycare, butnone of them is my own grandson. Besides, we didn't get to raise a boythe first time around. This will be fun?I think."In the months ahead, Melissa and Claire questioned that sentiment?a fewtimes. Most days, they delighted in the boy's presence. But there werealso the days when they learned that the "terrible twos" aren't just asaying. When they had arrived in 1953, Rose had been five and Pat wasthree, so they had been spared that difficult year with. You won't find a thing if you're all hustle bustle.She bent to retrieve his jeans laying in plain sight on her side of the floor. How they got over there was a mystery to Ron. She tossed his jeans across the bed to him and sleepily yawned her way to the bathroom.Pants on and belted, he sprinted to his room for a fresh shirt, and hurried to the kitchen with his books under his arm. The sight of Pam bent over the kitchen counter, her ass sticking out invitingly, almost stopped all good. You couldeasily see my underpants. In this very short dress I had to wait on himat his table when he ate. I had always to eat before or after. During my waitingon him I must stand in attention at the other side of the table so he could lookat me. All this was a game for me even though I not always liked it. Childrenlove games especially when the adults play with them. He steered my by givingme encourage and extol. He called me his Assistant and that was something nice and fine. So I run toget.