For some reason the person who answered the phone acted real suspicious. “Look man, I seen your ad on the site. I’m not shitting you, I got an e...even. I fucking measured it. Now if you don’t want to tell me where you do the shoots, that’s cool. I can meet you over at McDonalds on ninth and Broadway like tomorrow at noon.” A few moments later, after he’d gotten agreement he went on. “Yeah, I’ll be wearing a dark blue, Knicks sweat shirt and I’ll sit in a corner or as near to one as I can. "So see Paul.I truly do understand because I do the same thing and have for a longtime. And after seeing you I thought maybe you would feel more at ease ifyou knew about me." "Dad, I don't know what to say. You mean you wearnylons under your clothes too? Like for a long time?" "Paul there is alot more to this about me and how it happened so just listen and I'lltell you." When I was a teenager for some reason I sort of liked watching mysister, your Aunt Joy, when she would dress nice and she. Kat told Mark and Emily all about the new kid and they were both concerned. Yes, they knew that Kat could take care of herself, however if he managed to get the jump on her, she might end up in serious trouble. Emily suggested that Kat put a spy app on her phone so that she and Mark could check up on her whereabouts if they suspected anything happened to her. Kat not only agreed but went one step further when she got a can of bear rated pepper spray to carry with her. This really drove home. You?’ ‘No kids, I’m afraid. We were too busy.’ ‘You wanted kids?’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She again had that faraway look in her eyes. He wondered whether she needed to cry. He put his hand on her shoulder. ‘I’m all right,’ she said. ‘You know, when we came up to your room so we could talk, I didn’t think we do this much talking,’ he said, smiling wryly. She grinned. ‘Sorry you came?’ She leaned over to kiss him. He put his arms around her and held her against his body. Neither of them was sorry. Even.