"In any case, Lynne will be fifty-two on her next birthday. I know... I know... she doesn't look anywhere near that age, and lord knows she certainly ...oesn't act it." No, she certainly doesn't. From her appearance, I'd have guessed that she was in her mid to late thirties, she has no gray hairs, no crow's feet around her eyes, and God, she still has a better figure than I do," I agreed."Yes, she does take good care of herself," Ellen said. "But let me get back to the small part of her history. I see Alyssa two or three times a week. Mark lets me see her anytime I want, all I have to do is call him. It’s not like living with her and my husband, but it’s better than nothing. She’ll be five in a few months. She’s growing up so fast, and I’m not there. Doctor Jamison and I have very little to talk about anymore when I go to see her. I feel so animated and excited just to be alive all the time now. I really feel good about myself. I know I did so many bad things but it’s like another. They were both fully dressed and working at the stove on what seemed to be a spaghetti sauce of some sort. They looked up as he entered, neither one of them so much as batting an eye at his state."Hi, Ken," Gertie greeted, giving him a grandmotherly smile. "You're looking good tonight. Much healthier." Uh..." Ken started, his hands automatically going down to cover his genitals, which were still wet and sticky from the recent discharge they'd experienced."It's good to see you up and about,". Here it stupidity in all its glory.The result was a forgone conclusion and I had no chance at all. By the way reader, I should say that I am not ugly by any means. That isn’t a boast on my part, please believe that. I was a reasonably good looking guy, slender and clear skinned with good hair. But, I may as well have been Quasimodo. In fact, he might have even scored before me.So, I returned to the carriage, once again deflated in the ego department and found that once again, Jenni had scored.