They only exist for me at these parties, and in the stories people tell about them here.The kids were a lot more fun, he thought, as he came up from t...he basement with the two fresh bottles of Chardonnay. from the downstairs fridge. Kids were so much more interesting than their parents. It's amazing how attractive youth is. How he'd love to be invited to be there in the basement with them, sit around on the big sofas, share their chips and their pizza, their pop and their milk, instead of. "Do you like her?" she asked."Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be helping her," I answered."No, I mean like her, like her," she said."Is this part of your fishing expedition?" I wondered."No, not really," she replied. "I'm not going to tell Mom anything anyway. This is about a daughter worried that her Daddy has been alone too long and he's jumping into something."Kasey rolled over to face me before continuing."I've never understood why you didn't remarry, Daddy," she said. "Do you know that. Her heart skipped a beat as her hands came up to cover her scream of joy. The first person she remembered running up to her was her husband Fred who was quickly followed by her two children. They hugged each other in a group circle as the crowd applauded.Her hands shook as she held the flowers as she waved to the crowd and the delicate tiara was secured to the top of her long brunette hair. She took the microphone and thanked everyone and promised to do well in representing the state of. “Yes sweetheart, have a very good night.” Veronica seduced me with her words as she locked eye contact and slid into the town car. I was standing as natural as possible at the door, knowing that there was a bit of a situation in my pants that I was not sure how noticeable it was. I just waved and smiled, anxious to close the door. The car pulled off and the door closed, and the challenge had begun for what I was actually going to do for the night. I walked around my mother’s new house. It did.