Trisha and her sisters were very close. They got together all the time in fact. They talked about everything although Trisha wasn’t the chattiest pe...son around. She had her moments but this wasn’t necessarily one of those moments but it was bothering her nonetheless. However, once she sat and listened to them and once she heard their stories, and seeing as she sat there throughout it all she began thinking about that guy who again produced that same burning rage all of a sudden that she liked. It was storming out. There was plenty of lightning and thunder. I thought it would be a good idea to drive into a park area that Lilly and I had enjoyed a picnic at a few weeks before. I wanted to kiss and touch her."Where are you going, Matt?" Remember how we had the Picnic here? I wanted to stop by here to watch the lightning and hear the thunder. I think it is cool to sit here." I told her. She told me many times that she loved thunderstorms---The more powerful and dangerous the store,. She had no idea where I was headed. I held up my hands for patience once more. I didn't think it would work again. She was pissed..."Businesses run on information. The information we entrust to hospitals is total, absolute. They know where we live, where we work, how much money we make, how we are going to pay them, they have our credit card numbers, social security numbers, telephone numbers. They know the size of our families and who to contact in case of emergency. In short, the hospital. Meanwhile, he wants you." Is he going to be happy to meet my kids like that?" Linda, darling, Paul is a man, if you offer him nookie he will wade through alligator infested swamps to get it. Meeting a couple of nice kids is nothing to a man in heat." What do I tell the kids? Do I explain to them before he visits?" No, absolutely not. Just make sure they are both home when Paul is due, and you be sure to be dressed sexily. In fact make it obvious that you are waiting for a man. Dress really sexy.