"Penny was staring at the food that Lee had pulled out of the basket, "Who made all this?"Lee tried to look hurt, "I did of course." When? We were out...walking till almost midnight?" Well I put the chicken on after you went to bed and fixed the salad and the devilled eggs this morning." Lee opened a bottle of wine, "Your mom and step dad said it was all right for us to have this. I promise not to get you drunk and take advantage of you."Penny laughed, "I don't. In fact if you get drunk, I. . my life is as filled with wonder as I told them.Little Randall is a good baby. That’s good. I’ve heard horror stories about crying all night and teething issues and ear problems and serious diseases. Randall is none of these. The community crèche is devoid of that. There’s a flock of babies within a six-week period, Susan’s little JW, Tina’s Kathy, my Stoney, Cindy’s half-sister Elise. At least once a week we’re all at somebody’s house, the thundering herd crawling around the floor,. "Did you ever notice that death is a gentle flow?" I asked her.Her eyes widened."You're freezing to death, and it's the pull of sleep that's dangerous. The tide pulling you out to sea. Old age. It's always a gentle but firm flow. It's always easier to just go with it," I said."Are you trying to bullshit me?" she asked with a smile playing on her lips.I laughed."I don't know," I replied honestly. "Maybe I'm an asshole, and this is more fun. I don't imagine eating jock shit is a tasty. Flashback to last nightHaving come home to an empty house was a godsend for the Latina since she had been sporting a raging boner almost all day. All thanks to the little midget and those damn short skirts of hers. Not wanting to let an opportunity to go to waste Santana ran to her room and flopped down on her bed making sure to close the door to her bedroom just in case anyone one decided to come home unexpectedly. Turning on her back she ran her hands slowly down her body feeling her curves.