Breakfast was French toast smothered in maple syrup, and Junior was loath to see the last of his eggs gone. When he mentioned it Sarah suggested getti...g some chickens when they got to Montana. This improved his mood somewhat, especially the picture of her in a gingham dress, hem gathered to hold the eggs she had collected. When he smirked at his mental art, Sarah demanded to know what was so funny. For some reason she didn't see the humor in it, go figure. After a few minutes to let his. "He did it for the girls." Luke turned red. I had a feeling that he and Darlene were almost an item.I noticed that Ricky kept glancing at my favorite wahini, then at me. While I'd never passed my mind reading test, I'd be willing to bet he was thinking about offering to ease the burden on the minivan by taking a passenger in the truck. I'd even be willing to bet which one. I wondered if I'd need to remind him that he'd lasted four months with Cassie Wheeler, at least so far, a record for both. We started talking back and forth. There were 3 of us chatting, myself, some guy from Australia, and Ayla. Even though there were three of us chatting, I thought I felt a special connection with her. I wasn't sure if it was because of a real connection, or if I was just imagining things.As much as I was enjoying the conversation, it was getting a little late. I think I was realizing that my so called "special connection" was all in my head. When I typed my intention to sign off, Ayla typed,. I wish he’d got ‘fond’ of mine before she let her Uncle Steve knock her up.”Liz stared at her. “You’d have let Dan fuck Sara?”“Don’t look like that at me: you let him fuck Becky.”Liz huffed. “Well, I didn’t exactly let him: truth is they were already fucking each other by the time I found out about it. It seemed a bit late then, and I suppose I’ve resigned myself to the inevitable. In a few months, Becky’ll have a swollen belly like Sara has now.”“And you don’t mind?”“I didn’t say that, and I.