He did that television show with a sucker in his mouth the whole time ("Who loves ya, baby?").We discussed potential substitutes. I hate gum - I'll sm...ke a cigarette just to get the taste out of my mouth. Lollipops and suckers were out. It only takes me three licks (crunch) to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. I remembered that before I smoked, I used to chew up a box or two of pencils a week. It helped explain why I so quickly went from non-smoking to a pack-a-day.Other substitutions were. He often walked to the nursery and saw the newest arrivals. Each pink or brown bundle was swaddled tightly, their tiny faces often screwed up with a shrill of irritation over being so abruptly taken from their dark, warm home. But each was so beautiful and unique. He had never noticed that before. ‘See something you like?’ It was Dr. Pritchett. He felt her almost against him, her perfume wrapping around him in an intoxicating cocoon. ‘I … uh … was just looking. Wondering where they are all. He began to fuck me against this wall, it felt so good, it was a freezing cold December night and all I could feel was warmth from his body. He fucked me hard and slow against this wall, hard and deliberate with each thrust. Suddenly he stopped. I looked over his shoulder and there was people walking passed us, it was closing time at the pub. So we decided to move across the road where there is a wooded area. To be honest we couldn’t get there quick enough!We walked into the shallow wooded. I get that way too. Thanks for listening, Rachel. I love you. I love you too. Well talk again. Mom, were ready to go to the beach. Jeff, Ill be ready in a minute. Soon they stop at Freds house on their way. Jeff runs up to the door. Freds dad answers the door. After exchanging warm greetings, he asks Jeff to talk his son into going. Ill talk to him, but its up to him. Young Fred hangs his head down when he sees Jeff. Hey, Fred, good buddy. I guess youre not going. My dad really thinks I should.