She'd got me. Dressed as her maid,rechristened Suzie and blackmailed too. I looked damn good, she'd donea great job on the make-up and the heels mad... my legs look like they'dgo on forever.But God knows what the future held."Right, now, there's some jobs for you to do. I want this bedroomtidy, then I want you to go downstairs and lay the table for dinner.Do you understand?" she demanded."Yes," I replied."Yes, what?" she quizzed."What do you mean?" I asked."I mean, darling," she said in her. By the time they all sat down at the dinner table they were starving. Jordan poured Angel some wine and winked at her. Martin said Grace. Angel would never forget the Catholic rituals she was raised with. They were forever etched in her mind."This is great Ma," Frank said as he began to stuff food in his mouth, "The baked ziti is to die for."Angel watched her brother stuff his face and Jordan felt Angel relax a little when she released her tight grip on his hand beneath the table."You know. At first adoption had been the preferred route, all (mother, father and CC) had agreed, it would save their reputation. Jo-Lene pointed out that this would be their first grandchild. She showed a gentle side of her character and slowly brought them to think they might lose a lot for the sake of what the neighbours thought.Mother and Father returned to their hometown, looked at the small box room that would become a nursery, and started to get excited. They had arranged school interviews with a. We just need to find a sweet young lady to make little Johnny a full-fledged man.”Charles grinned as he lifted his beer mug to his mouth.Brad nodded and laughed and as he lifted his mug up, scanned the room. There were plenty of women in the bar scouting for a military man to shack up with.As Brad looked around, it did appear, however, that every woman was engaged in conversation with someone.Then, his eyes fell on something.“There! Johnny! I got one!” Brad exclaimed, eagerly slapping his.