Spencer leant against the side of his silver Mercedes SUV and took a sip of coffee from his insulated mug. He always made sure to watch until his daug...ter had gone up the steps and disappeared into the building. Amy was the closest reminder he had to his late wife Kirstin. It had been also six years since they had lost her in a car accident and he still missed her every day. Amy was growing up to be more and more like her mother with every passing year. The similarities were stinging at. Now it was time for the next morsel, I knew that she is going to bite my fingers this time, so when she opened her mouth and came near my fingers to bite, I playfully applied all the prasadham all over her face. In a sudden, she lost balance of the bike, and we both fell on the ground. After a moment all I could see was the back wheel of our New Honda Activa rolling in the air. I managed to wake up somehow, I went to check on my mom, but she was not getting up. She has been knocked. But, that night, Sia arrived in bed wearing a soft pink nightshirt. She cuddled close. As I kissed her, I recognized something else. My daughter was insecure and wanted to be desired, wanted me to want her, work for her; her way of reinforcing her appeal to me. She wanted to be pursued, loved, cherished, and assert her ownership of me, something she’d ceded only temporarily to Alia.I knew it beyond a doubt when she responded to my caress, when I discovered she was naked under the nightshirt,. I also can’t let you use this in the divorce. This is more complicated and I want to make sure that I have a safe exit strategy for all seven of us before it all blows up. I’m working on it and I need to see Donald. I need information that he has. Right now I have him stalling her with the story that the separation has me more hurt and angry than he thought so he can’t get near the house to get the stuff yet ‘til I calm down. It’s not a stalling tactic that he can sell forever, but it gave me.