Ideally, I'd live in the same house as all of my kids, which will lead to some interesting questions we'll get into if the issue comes up."Last thing,...and it may just put some of you off. Sex gets a little kinky at my house. All of my women like an aggressive, take-charge partner, and some of them actually get off on being dominated. Several of them make a practice of kneeling at my feet, and one of them actually wants to be my sex slave. I'm fighting her on that, but there's a pretty fine line. Then I would start coffee and make breakfast. We have something differentevery morning of the week, to keep things interesting. When I have time Ilike to make fancy eggs, like poached, especially Benedict style. Picklesgets half a can of food. We have a weather radio, so I listen to it for awhile to see if I can bike to school or if I have to beg a ride from Mom. Ialso like to know if it's going to rain that night, since I might want torun or play basketball. School, it's just school. You meet. Dave grumbled about it for a few days, but then when he saw just what crap was available on TV after school, he gave in. As in New York, Avalon was on in the after-school hours, and although they were getting a little old for it, the boys liked watching it because they could see their Aunt Shae. Dave often watched with them, amused he was watching it for the same reason.But they didn't always watch TV. Kayla was in her first year on the middle school cross-country team, and Emily said she was. It looked like I finally got my way. Not only did a bullet finally get through the table, but it hit Hopwell's companion in an especially tender place. He let out a scream of pain and fell to the floor. I wasn't sure where I hit him, but I hoped that it hurt as much as it sounded like it did.This seemed to change the character of the battle from then on. As it happened, Hopwell's back was to the door, so he could escape that way, and I could do little to stop him. I hoped that was what he would.