Both would learn that the only person that they can turn to when God doesn’t seem to be listening is Cousin Lucinda. I spent enough of my own childh...ood in group homes to know what that kind of completely alone is like. Having someone to listen to my problems and “have a talk with” people and get them taken care of like Lucinda would do for them? The kind of things I’d do for that person if they came to me later in life, wanting “a little favor?”There was no “if” about it; no “someday, if you. Okay? I smile and nod my head. She smiles back and bites her lip. I kiss her softly and walk around her to the bed. She walks down stairs as she hears the doorbell. I assume the pizza is here. I look at the purple bag on the bed and smile. I grab it and open it up. I reach in and bring out some very sexy lingerie. I put it on and grab a black silk robe. I walk downstairs and go into the kitchen. When I walk in shes putting down a few paper plates for our pizza. She turns and smiles at me. I. I sensed she had fought back a stray tear."You're right, ma. Of course, you're right."We prepared supper together, and it felt like a normal family meal whenwe all sat down together. Poor Jonathan had been as stunned as Clark bywhat happened yesterday, but I sensed he was adjusting to having adaughter as well.As I write this, Claire's cleaning up in the kitchen. I have to admitit's going to be nice having a super daughter to help me with thechores. I'm not getting any younger.The phone just. ." How about you email me a photo of it and I include it in the piece? Show it hanging on the wall behind you so the viewer understands why you chose such a classical way to enjoy your first marital intercourse." I love it!" Stephen beamed across it. "We could send you some other pictures too... different couples from different cultures and times all making love exactly like we will be on our wedding night!" Pictures of etchings... carvings," Adam added, now working up a steady rhythm against.