Weena looked beautiful. She was sitting in a chair holding Patrick. I took yet another picture — he was just 36 hours old. I was getting tired of ca...rying the camera. "Hi." Hey. Not too loud. I don't want to wake him." Was Michiko here?" That's where the flowers came from." Has the doctor been by?" Yes. It looks like tomorrow. I'm hardly bleeding any more. He's still getting colostrum, but my milk should be coming down tomorrow." He looks good." He's hardly lost any weight." Lost?" Sweetie,. ‘I am going to kill you.’ He says as we push out of the doors, and into a small hallway. I feel my eyes go blurry as tears fill over the brims. In moments, there is cool air on my face, cold air where the tears streaked, and finally the lump in my throat deflates enough to talk. ‘Why–why kill me?’ I feel his hand leave my neck as we stop. He pulls the silver case from me, and it makes a jingling clatter on the sidewalk as it breaks into halves, spilling cigarettes over the sidewalk. The. Sharon still laid on top of Lisa, who still gripped the older woman’s firm asscheeks. After a couple of minutes, Sharon had enough strength to roll off of her former antagonist, and lay flat on her back beside her. Once Sharon had rolled off, Lisa gathered all of her strength and scooted around so that she was laying in the same direction as the other woman, and cuddled up with her, laying her head on the older woman’s shoulder as she casually caressed Sharon’s big soft boobs. Sharon peaked at. The pub was calling last drinks so he asked if I had any plans and I said no only to go back home to a cold band he asked if I would like to go back to his house to have some more drinks and of course that is what I wanted the whole time so I agreed. When we was back at his house we sat on the couch he turned on some TV show that none of us was paying attention to and we had a few more drinks after about 10 minutes I lent over and kissed him and to my surprise he grabbed me and passed me back.