‘Nothing like that,’ Hillary said. ‘Then I don’t need to know,’ Roger suggested. He spent a couple of hours at home watching a TV show from ...he night before. Roger mostly watched reality shows, even though he knew most of them were anything but reality. The were more situational docudrama. Most where interesting enough, if you could forget that the man alone in the wild had a camera man with a gps device standing beside him. He was hardly a man lost and starving, in the wild. After his fake. I asked her does she want anything to drink she smiled and winked how about a beer, seeing my beer on the coffee table. I smiled at her and said “no i can’t do that what will grandparents say” to which she replied saying who will know me and you i won’t tell if you won’t tell” with a smile. I said ok.We went to the living room i said ill go get the beer she said “no…Noo.. Uncle i will go get it for us”. I was still in shock thinking that i’m going to be drinking with this girl that make me. They'd even sent him the sonogram picture---and a shape of a human embryo was unmistakably clear to see. He had that photo on his phone, and he occasionally looked at it with a feeling of both pride, as well as a kind of sadness, a wistfulness knowing that he'd likely never see his c***d again. Yet, in spite of that, he didn't actually regret having fathered yet another c***d; and certainly not with such a beautiful European woman as Mara! He knew it had been a highly unlikely coincidence, and. The tailoring accentuated every curve; perfectly framing their hips and breasts.Another photo had the sisters in a car, with the bride sitting in the middle of the back seat. It was this photo when I found they were not sisters; I was looking at mother and daughter. This “dumpy”, lonely woman was in fact an amazing Chinese Malay goddess. Looking far from her fifty years, in the photos she again looked in her twenties.Taller than most Asians, maybe around five feet 9 inches, her figure was hour.