We were seated at a small round table with a red tablecloth complete with candles and flowers. There was a slight breeze that carried the faint sound ...f music in our direction. The evening was cloudless and a perfect 76 degrees. The ‘eager to please’ staff seated us and the evening meal was underway! The food was amazing. It was soon clear just how hungry we both were as we enjoyed every morsel put in front of us. The staff was more than accommodating and attentive. I noticed more than once. She would apply again the next summer.We kept in touch regularly. She even sent me pictures of her Russian boyfriend’s cock in her crotch. Unfortunately her birth control failed and she wanted to get an abortion. That was very difficult under the current regime.By the time I arranged a student visa and she was able to travel, she was past the point of aborting and was reconciled to being a mother.Who’da thunk it? Here I was, a great grandfather, shacked up with a pregnant girl my. Mustapha often played with Manuelito. Duringthe day, we took care of all his needs: I fed him with my milk, changedhis diapers and lulled him to a peaceful sleep. All the time, I feltblessed with a powerful, spiritual force that gave me all the womanhood Ineeded. Mustapha was always by my side, acting like a loving dad, the dadManuelito had lost before even coming to the world. I was very consciousof my role. Joana loved her child with all her life, like only Latinmothers can do. I complemented. You are bloody bro-tastic, mate. You pass on the third hottest girl in Coffs so you can take run at one and two with your wingman.” Still watching Vicky and Celeste trying to deal with the sleazebags, Spike continued: “That redhead is smoking hot, mate, but shit, there’re no loser with those two so you take your pick, my friend. I’ll take the other and be bloody grateful for it.” Taking a long last look he added “Those guys are getting shot down though, so we’d better get a Plan B sorted ….” As.