I feel like I am back home as he barelyacknowledges my presence at first. Before turning to me and speaking.?What the fuck is going on here? Are you ...ompletely pussy whipped?? myfather says to me with almost anger in his voice. ?Yeah she is a good-looking girl, but grow some balls boy! You?re the man. Don?t sit andwatch some chick show with her, don?t let her buy you some fruityclothes. Man up!? Outwardly I attempted to agree with my father, butinwardly I was losing it. He will lose his. “I’ll have Miss Willett take you down to Karen’s office. I dare you to put the make on my secretary’s sexy ass. Let that Preacher’s Daughter know she does have a sexy body, no matter if she dresses down to hide it... “Lola, will you take Rachel and Guy down to Ms. Hillis’ office please?”“Yes, Ma’am. I was hoping I’d get to visit with them again.”We weren’t six steps away from her office door when she moved over between us.I was looking at her when she asked, “Guy, you and Rachel are close,. Im not your mother. She buried her head in her hands and began to sob. WHAT? She didnt say anything. She just kept crying into her hands. Mom, answer me! What do you mean youre not my mother?? She lifted her head from her lap and looked at me with her red, wet eyes. She got up and then kneeled in front of me, putting her hands on my knees in supplication. You were adopted. I was silent. I hadnt expected that. And I was a little distracted by her face and hands being so close to my lap. I could. Maybe he could take out this policewoman long enough for Shahia and the kids to get away. But he remembered Mr Cartwright's advice well — he would talk first, as long as he could.He turned back to the police woman. "Hello, Officer," he said resignedly.The policewoman's eyes were fixed intently on Chris. "You're Chris Mackenzie?"He nodded.She regarded him carefully. "Put your hands on the table, and keep them there."He did. Behind her, he could see Joe very carefully turning the stroller around.