Tearingthe pink tissue paper away, he revealed a solid wooden gift box, the sizeof a small jewellery box. A shiny silver plaque on top was engraved wi...hthe words; "To our Baby Daphne; you will learn to love this as we loveyou. From Mummy and Nanna." They were using his baby girl name, whichalways softened his resistance. He really loved it when they called himBaby Daphne. He hesitantly opened the hinged box.There lying on a bed of purple velvet like an expensive jewel, were threeshiny silver. "Sure, but that's the point. We both have to be at our respective ballparks until late. Too late, when the games are over, for a decent date with a normal person. But since we're both baseball people, we could go out on a late date together, sleep in tomorrow, it would be great." And, of course, tonight, or in the wee hours of tomorrow morning, after this late date, you'd need to sleep over again, right? I mean, long drive back to Bowie, and you've had a couple of drinks. Dangerous to be out on. The maids and the rest of the family never suspected anything and life had been so lovely until the fateful day of the motorway crash that ended Cindy’s life.Simon gulped with the memory and swallowed hard trying to block out that period in their life, his warped mind switching to Tammi’s total dependence on Simon and of course Janet to some extent. He had harboured thoughts of trying to create Cindy’s life all over again, with Tammi in the role of her mother and his lover, but he had resisted. ’ Even though she expected the answer Bill gave her, Lori went a little cold inside. ‘I…I’m sorry,’ she stammered. ‘I…’ ‘Don’t feel guilty. You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do,’ Bill said. ‘Why…why me?’ Lori asked. ‘I guess I…I’m just a pushover, huh?’ ‘No,’ Bill said. He looked at her, his eyes gentle. ‘I didn’t plan last night. You’re not a pushover. You did nothing wrong. I’m the one who was wrong. I took advantage of you at a time when you were extremely vulnerable. I’m.