I’d sure be happy if I could, rightfully, be accused, though.” He laid his hand on her tummy, and told her, “I’d be a good daddy.”“One mor... thing,” Sara asked, “can you run me to the store? Lee won’t be home for a couple of hours, and I need to pick up the beer and liquor, for all you ‘underage’ boys.”Don didn’t tell her about his fake ID, which he’d already used to buy the supply he, and the other boys, kept in their apartment.The liquor store was only two blocks away, but Don took the long. The driver came around the car to the door, Blake gave him a tip. ‘Thank you Sir.’ the driver said. They quickly disappeared inside. At the base of the stairs Blake started kissing her all over again, his hands searching her bodies curves as if for the first time even though there had been so many more before this. Although the stairs were not all that big they seemed to go on forever till he could get her there and get her out of that dress. See his beautiful Christina in nothing but these. She laughed the most amazing laugh and told me her dad; the original Joe has opened the place about 30 years ago. She bought it from him and just left the name as it was. No sense screwing with something that works. I agreed and said “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”. She laughed again and said that was he thought exactly. Over the next several weeks I went to Joe’s a couple of times a week. Sometimes I came in for dinner, sometimes only for a drink. Mostly just to see Jo and bask in her. I visited her on Mother’s Day weekend, and she insisted that we go to play tennis at the courts provided by the condominium complex. I came dressed in a polo shirt and Dockers, and stated that I couldn’t play because I didn’t have sportswear to put on. She pish-poshed that excuse, and went to retrieve a pair of my father’s white tennis shorts. Dejected, I went to the bathroom to change, knowing that my mother’s 8 years of playing high school and college tennis did not bode well for my barely.