“Is tha’ all?” Angus prodded.“What do you want me to say?”“Ah thought ye might have more tae share. Thoughts, feelings. Et cet’ra.”“...hoving your cock up my ass every day isn’t enough, you want to get inside my head now too?” She said it playfully but even she had to admit there was an edge of something else in her voice.“Aye.”“Angus, if I am being honest, it’s been a kinda weird…” she glanced at her alarm clock “…nine hours for me emotionally. I don’t mean any offence but I don’t really get. We were fighting a lot, and I know it wouldn't have been a good environment to raise a kid in."I've never been good at responding sympathetically when people tell me their woes, so I didn't say anything. I dropped my arm down around her shoulders, and gave her a hug. It seemed like the right thing to do. As I held her against me, I did a quick calculation, and realized that if she had Lee when she was eighteen or nineteen, and he was now 11, Linda and I were almost the same age. I relaxed and. I turned to see Missy standing there looking around nervously."Hey good lookin'," I said, closing the locker and spinning the lock. "What's up?"Missy smiled. "Hi, John." She was still a little nervous about something."What's the matter, honey?" I asked quietly."I, um," she started and then she stopped, took a deep breath and started again. "I want to walk to class with you." That's great," I said smiling and turning toward our class.Missy tugged on my belt loop. "No," she said firmly. "I want. She felt very full when the meal was finished, and so she refused coffee afterwards."That was lovely, girls. You have made me want to come back and test taste your other menus. Which was your work, Simisola?" Susan wanted to be able to talk about Simisola to her parents, as the supposed object of her visit.Simisola told her that she did the fish pie, and talked about the operations in preparing it; with Susan noting every word. Winston was sitting back, proud at all the efforts of his wives..