"Who's buried here?" There are Jews on this side and some Methodists on that side, and maybe Jimmy Hoffa right over there. Who the fuck cares?" Louie ...aid with exasperation. "I'm taking you to see your father because he really needs to talk to you."Louie threw the car in reverse and backed out to the main road. They had traveled for a ways before Louie turned on the headlights when they emerged from behind a warehouse."Where are we going?" Brendan asked."My son has a contracting job hanging. You could just see the frilly edges of the diaper he woresticking up over the top of his pants as his shirt rode up. He seemed tobe working on timidly climbing up a clear section of tube while a nearby'mother' watched him. A moment later my focus quickly turned back to Ivywho had arrived with my food."Let's get your bib on," she said as she unfolded one from the diaper bagand velcroed it behind my head."Let me open up your sauce for you," she said, and then presented me witha sweet and sour. Sure, he's a techie. Sure, he's got every gadget and doodadthat you'd expect a guy with that background to have. But this is also aguy with a sentimental streak a mile wide as well. In between everyhigh-tech thing he has in his house he also shoehorned that collectionof stuff that he picked up over who knows how many trips to fleamarkets, yard sales and antique shops. This guy likes his technology tobe the latest thing but he's also got a strong connection to the past aswell and I can see where. Then I started planting kisses from her stomach up to her chest, and up the valley of her cleavage, and her neck, and to her lips. Then as I stood, I let her arms go, and slowly, we wrapped our arms around each other, and we began kissing with more passion. She then quickly began to undress me, running her fingers through my chest hair, and letting her finger tips travel over the bulge in my jeans, as she unfastened my belt, and we continued to kiss slowly as I massaged her breast, and she.