Kirk was better looking then she was, smaller and finely shaped. He had a peaches and cream complexion many girls would die for, the kid didn't sweat!...He would look cool in gunnysacks! When his hair wasn't combed, he was breathtaking!Angrily she reflected that he ate like a pig, fighting over scraps with her, yet was so light he could jump over the school fence with his arms crossed, boyish behaviour sure but... damn! She noticed he even shit as casually as a cub, indifferent to the results, no. " Deanna said. "I don't have to tell you how old I am, but this picture was taken at last years Christmas party." Dean didn't say a word. "So, any questions?" She asked."No, I mean yes, a lot of 'em." Dean said"This is your big chance, so go ahead."His questions were along the same hers had been the day before. "Who knows?" Phyllis, her husband, and a few close friends." Deanna went on to say, "My parents are dead. My children don't want to have anything to do with me, and my ex-wife hasn't. Not the big problem, anyway. There was another factor climbing into the background. More serious. Pancreatic failure. Chronic.She caught me in the office one day over her lunch hour. “Charlie, got a minute?”“Sure, hon, what’s up?”“I want to be at my daughter’s wedding.”“Oh. I see. The doctor thing?”She nodded.“OK. Let’s talk to Princess Pinkie tonight. We’re only a few weeks from graduation. Let’s see how much she loves me. Can you wait that long, or do I need to run us to Vegas this. “You can’t just go inviting yourself over for a swim,” said Em.“Don’t worry, she an old friend and she will welcome the company. Besides, it’s time you two met her, I replied.“But we haven’t got any bathing costumes,” said Deb.“Don’t worry about that, not needed,” I replied.I went inside and made a call. Bev was home and as usual beside the poll sunbathing. We were to go over straight away and go around the side way. She asked if she needed to be presentable. I asked her to just be.