“I’d be delighted and honored to be part of it.”Janet’s eyes began to fill. “Oh, Eva.” She bit her lip in a vain attempt to stop the tears... “Do you mean it? Do you really mean it?”“I do. So, are you planning on shopping for a sperm bank and a fertility doctor?”Janet shook her head. “As a last resort, maybe. I wanted to try the DIY approach, first.”“Do-it-yourself?”“Do it ourselves,” Janet replied. “We’ll need to start reading up on the topic.”“And, who will be the donor?” Eva asked.“That,”. So for the next six months, I was sitting in her library with her and sometimes one or both of her kids singing softly and playing the guitar, while her husband and some friends played poker in the den. They were loud and noisy, we were quiet and respectful.I found myself looking forward to her lessons. Her subtle beauty, her soft voice, and those blue eyes. I loved the way her eyes sparkled while we sat on the settee and I sang simple love songs. I saw the sadness in them when our lesson time. Only, she had the personality of Loni Anderson, smart, confident, funny, and quick witted. She was Italian and came from money. I found out later that her father was in construction and they lived in a big mansion in Rhode Island off Narragansett Bay. It did not occur to me that little Susan was the daughter of a significant Mafioso, but she was. Still, even if I knew back then that she was connected with the mob through her father, I still would have not veered away from her. With her lush. He made sure not to let on to Blake, but not for me. So, after a while, I guess it just became too much for him." What did you do, Brian?" they both asked."Honey," he whispered, coming to me. "They are still total strangers; we can't just tell them what I did, what if they judge me?" We're not going to, we've already seen you have sex, so I think you are safe, Brian," Tammy informed him, leaning towards him and rubbing his leg.He took a deep breath and looked at me for a second. I knew he had.