"No, not yet, but I like Shawn." That's a good name." After I had you, I was going to name the next baby Shawn, if it was a boy. Of course your father...would never let me have another baby," she added rather sadly."You wanted lots of kids, didn't you?" I did." Well, now you have one more."Mom thought for a moment and said, "Yes. All children are a miracle, but it would have been nice if your father had been willing and if he hadn't been ... well, you know how he is," she said as tears came to. I learned a lot about myself and have elected to share that night with you. I'll admit up front that I was hesitant at first, but I was never one to pass up a challenge regardless of how other challenges faired in the past. Well let's get the story set, the characters defined and then go from there.My name is Angie and I'm a late twenties blonde with what I'd call an average body. I stand about five foot five, have a 34 C bust, hips I try to keep at about 36 and a waist that varies but most. We talked mile after mile about this and that and everything and nothing. About his farm south of Minneapolis, about me studying engineering in night school, about neither of us having kids yet, destinations in Florida, about the wives’ jobs, CB tech-talk, and of course sports. Here was a guy who I had never seen and had talked to for a few hours and I felt like I had known him for years.Back in open country after shooting through Atlanta, Friendly Neighbor asked, "Rainmaker, the XYL is talking. You have to believe me!" Sorry, darling," her husband answered and then nodded at the man stood behind her. "Help her out of her jacket, Mike." Reacting to his cue, the man behind her grabbed the collar of her shell and cut from the collar down her right sleeve with kitchen scissors. As the cuff split, he directed his attention to the other sleeve and pulled the remnants of the jacket off her back as the garment fell away. Underneath, Linda wore a long-sleeve t-shirt and, at other nod from her.