“Let us see your cards,” she said, BJ laying his hand down on the table.“Full House,” Harry said with an impressed nod. “Three Kings and two...threes.”Holly revealed her own hand, grumbling as she compared the two.“Flush,” Harry said, peering across the table at her cards. “A King, a Jack, a nine, a four, and a two. Full House beats a flush. Hang on,” he added, narrowing his eyes at Blackjack’s cards. “Why are there two Kings of Spades in the deck, BJ?”Holly began to giggle as the reptile. Not a peep escaped the girls as he crossed the bridge and glancing to the side and in his rear view mirror, Scott could see the tension in the bodies of the girls. The tension must have transmitted itself to the babies as both awoke and begin to voice their own agitation.Once they were over the bridge and the girls had started to breast feed the babies in an effort to quieten them, Scott knew he only had a short time to explain the next two major culture shocks. The bridge led directly onto one. "I can't..." he mumbled softly.I wanted to break down and cry, but I couldn't. Not now. Not at this point. I didn't care how this ended, but I wanted it to end tonight and forever. I quickly wiped my eyes, and then took his hand in mine. He looked up and his face was red and wet."I promised her, Jessie," he said softly, his eyes pleading with me.I tried to retain my composure and pulled his hand to my chest."Where were you on my third birthday?" I whispered.Stephen closed his eyes hard and. Monica had pushed the covers to the side, which was surprising because it was so freakin’ cold. Her hair was strewn all over the place and her pillow was nowhere in sight. She was lying on her back looking the other way, her hips gyrating in a circular pattern with her knees slightly bent and her legs spread wide. Her t-shirt was pushed just up over her tits and she was holding her left breast in her hand, and I became transfixed on her nipple as she rubbed, pinched, and rolled it between her.