I wasn’t sure where to go or what to do. I drove around for a bit, and found myself on LSD. I saw the museum and remembered you lived here and knew ...ou could help me. So I came here.”I sipped some tea to wash down the last of my sandwich. I’d nearly choked on the ‘LSD’ reference to ‘Lake Shore Drive’, which I always found amusing. I was glad to see that she’d more or less stopped crying, though she still looked very sad.“We knew this was where this was headed,” I said gently. “We even talked. All this impending fatherhood was scary as hell to me. I kept having visions in my head of Emily dying or the baby coming out all ugly and deformed. Homer was even worse than I was. "Oh god, what if things don't come out all right? I'm scared, Wilbur, I'm scared as hell. We kept feeding into each other's fears. Then Moose and Connie came in all smiles.He took one look at our faces and asked, "Hey, is something wrong?" We're just worried, Moose, what if something goes wrong?" Homer looked up at. She sipped at her wine and in the distance noticed a man looking in her direction, the man walked towards the bar where Daisy was sitting, she was struck by his confidence as he walked by, then she remembered they had once met not so long ago in the same bar, yes his name is Aaron she recalled to herself, Aaron come out from the bar with an ice cold lager, he then noticed Daisy looking at him, 'Hi said Aaron, how are you Daisy ? would you like a drink ? Daisy declined the drink, but stood up. "You just cannot say no to me can you?" She asked with a giggle."Please... just stop... I will run away... you will never see me again I swear." The bodyguardbegged as he finally understood the gravity of his situation. He was not getting out, she was toomuch for him. Even if he were stronger than her, the sultry assassin had him in the palm of herhand. Snuggled tight in her nylon, shiny hold, slowly sapping his strength.And he loved every second of it. The glossy material felt silky and.