"Yes. I need to do it." Okay. I have to go to work. Take your time. I'll leave a key on the kitchen table. Lock up when you leave. I'll get the key fr...om you later."I nodded and watched silently as Angela Stevens walked down the stairs. Today, Angela would have become my mother-in-law, but fate conspired to keep us from having that relationship. Nicole died two weeks ago. Died senselessly as a drunken man crossed the centerline with his expensive SUV, lost control and plowed into Nicole's Geo as. She licked and licked, tasting their sex. When she was alone in the dark, she imagined that her daddy would come to her. He would ask her if she could make him hard. Using one hand to play with his balls she grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed. Her lips closed around the soft cock head and she softly sighed. Sucking her daddy was a special to her and a way for her bring him pleasure. She had dreamed of having his soft cock in her mouth many times. Licking him as best she could she blew on. "Of course," Tina answered.Another plan.I dunno. The conversation over food was fun. After the table was cleared, we got down to business. I passed out some papers, we talked about the proposed business, talked about the building we were interested in buying (We all need to show up there for a visit), about who was going to show up whenever, and decisions were close to being solidified. We talked in general terms about our various financial situations and how we'd compensate investments into. I guess you just never know when a seemingly stupid idea might actually be a masterpiece for someone else. Even though we were both pumped up about this little routine-proposal song, I decided I would still double check to make sure he was still good with it. I found that after a good night's sleep; yesterday's sweet idea often has a sour taste the next go round.3:35pm, Friday, February 7, 2003Bryant and I met up at Harry's Bar and we quickly got down to work on perfecting (with my voice, yeah.