”“Won’t work. How about I call them up, and have somebody deliver to us? We can meet it at the gate, if we get it delivered.”“Sounds fine, m...y lover. Now get over here, and give my baby a sibling,” she said throatily, holding back her giggle.“Sorry love, gotta pee,” I told her, gently unwrapping her arms from around me. I walked into the bathroom, lifted the lid, and let the bright yellow morning shoot forth.A moment later I heard her feet padding on the floor, behind me. Her arms reached. . or gal.We were not disappointed. The pizzas came within the hour, and Loni had the drinks poured and the table set even before the kids had the pizza boxes opened.“Wow!” Loni commented. “Kenzie actually put in the correct order for everyone; she even remembered that I don’t like black olives!”My daughter, Amanda, and I shared a silent smile at my wife’s use of the pronoun “she” instead of “it” in reference to Kenzie, as Loni had a tendency to do during the setup in the days before our trial. "Brett laughed, "I know, she is bringing me two bottles of merlot I won in a poker game over the winter."Waif felt comfortable enough to un-wrap her towel from around her and sit it on a chair with her on top of it. Ronnie and Waif regaled Brett with the tales of the day including Ronnie having to run up and down the beach searching for her swim briefs after being stripped by a wave. All three were laughing so hard that it wasn't until the clock struck the hour that Waif realized she needed to. Only it became more than that. Mark was almost as taken by the young lady, ten years his junior, as she was by him. At sixteen she was pretty, well-shaped, and knew how to present herself. She was not particularly practical or even bright, but she knew how to make the most of her assets, such as they were. Her father would have happily married her off to his 50-year old business partner to cement the business more firmly together but, though obedient to her father in most things, she was not.