The special this morning was pancakes, and I wanted to see if Mable's were as good as mine.They were good pancakes, but I couldn't decide if they were...actually better, so I had to have another helping. I ate at a separate table by myself as the girls talked. Again, I didn't scan them, because I hate the way their emotions go back and forth. I was content to let them figure things out first, and then tell me whatever it is they decided.Tommy and Kip joined me as I started on my second helping of. ”The man asked me, “Does this work for you? Your lawyer doesn’t mess around. She made me read and sign the contract before I could even ask if you wanted to go into this business arrangement. All you need to do is text her to let her know you are good with the terms. If you need something to sweeten the pot, you have my girl’s cherries, tight asses, and mouth to use all you want until you head home.”“You’re an asshole, daddy!” the nine-year-old said. “The closest sis or I will get to his dick. ” Her father, especially, wasn’t satisfied. “I’ll try to get more information,” I told him. “Hopefully, I’ll have it by the time of the wake. I’m really sorry, but I think I should phone Amy now and then I’ll need to contact her boss. It’s a real tragedy.” He agreed and I ended the call.My call to Amy was short. Amy lived with her parents, but she was out with friends on a Saturday night. She just said, “Oh…let me know when the wake and funeral will be, will you, Ronnie?” I agreed and. ‘So, what do you think, Michael,’ Jenny sweetly smiled, taking my hand, ‘Do you remember this place?’ ‘Sure I do,’ I grinned, ‘How could I ever forget?’ ‘I know that I couldn’t forget,’ she softly replied, leaning over and softly kissing my lips, ‘This is the place where we gave ourselves to one another for the very first time, baby,’ and then the next thing I knew, tears were filling my eyes and silently making their way down my face. Jenny immediately took notice, and with concern in her.