“Bye sweetie,” Kye called out as she left.“Bye, baby boi!”Terris got dressed and headed out of the house. He jumped in his shiny cocoa brown F...rd F-250. The engine roared as he cranked it. Today was a short day for him. Only four hours and he was done through the weekend. He spoke to the truck and instructed his phone to send Kye a text. “I love you, sissy boi,” he said the device transcribed it. The message sent just as he was pulling out of the driveway of their 2,500 square foot rambler. The mouse bounced around to run away from the cat who pounced on the lawn, he read slowly for the little girl in his lap. He removed the thumb in her mouth and replaced it with a pacifier. While she sucked and read, he put his hand in the back of her diaper. She was wet, but not soaking. Still, time for a diaper change. He patted her bum gently. He got up, picking her up again to put her on the changing table. Does my little baby girl need a diaper change? Oh yes, I think she does. Daddy said. .more modest nightclothes programmed in."I didn't answer right away."Was it that bad, sis?" she asked, breaking me from thoughts- mindlessones."Was what that bad?" Your last mission. Was it that bad?"I nodded cautiously. "Almost lost Brie, Chuck, and Randi," I mumbled.Emily gasped quietly. "That's terrible, Alex! No wonder you lookedexhausted yesterday morning! Um, can I ask why you called me Samanthabefore?" I dreamt it was Christmas and Sam was trying to wake me up to tell methat Cassie was. Once she calms down and catches her breath, I take her hand lifting off her the lounger and walk with her into the house. This is a common fantasy we have and replay over and over again. That is until last week. I had met a man at work and he and I had become friends. After months of becoming close friends, I finally asked Tony if he would like to meet for drinks one day so I could talk with him. He agreed and so I told him where we should meet and then we finished the day. After work we met at.