I should mention here that Casa de Cord is the nomenclature of choice of Mister Cord. It was still castle Cord to me. Not only had we been moved by th...e platoon of movers, but everything had been unpacked and put away by them. And lest I forget, the larder and the frig were full as well. I should also say that how grateful I was that somebody had thought to leave a six pack of IPA in the damn frig. Yes indeed. I was more than appreciative of that!The man was certainly putting on the dog for us,. You'd better be ready," she said and hung up the phone.The thought of making myself pretty for Fred didn't even occur to me. OK,so I washed my face, put on my makeup and put a few flips in my hair.But, I pretty much did that all the time anymore. This was nothingspecial. Fifteen minutes later I was waiting by the front door for them to arrive.I couldn't help myself. No sooner was I in the car and I blurted out,"This can't go any farther, but I'm going to be a mother." WHAT!!!" Darla screamed.I. She did mention the skills that she had from when she was working in anoffice before, but hopefully what she was able to put together wouldwork. When she finally had it written up, she was able to go to thelibrary and get a typed version for use. She tried a couple offices inthe area to look for employment. Many turned her down from lack ofinformation on the resume, but she did finally manage to find one thatwould take a chance with her. They were impressed with her calm demeanorand what. The two boys fumbled into their clothing, shaking their heads. “Man, this is some weird shit!” commented Andrew.“No shit!” agreed Toby.“Did we really just fuck the shit out of Mom?”“Yeah!”“And she acts like it was nothing? So now what?”Toby grinned. “Well, right now I’m going to get on my bike, chase her down, and tear off another piece or two when we get home. You got any better ideas?”“This is so fucking unreal!”The two young men quickly caught up to their mother, who had settled back down to.