He came outside with basketball shorts on and a wife beater with sandals. He enters my truckHim: whats going on?Me: whats up. I'm good . You?Him: wher...e are you coming from so lateMe: A party. Who do you stay with?Him: the whole house is full; Aunty, Cousins etc. He said he went to sleep early and not to long woke up and dialed into the chatline. Heard my freaky message and decided to hit me upI decided to touch his crotch and it was hard already. Him: why you touching it?Me: (smiling)Him: Whats. That meant a shootout. First up, Nick Brassard of the opposing team. He skates down center of the ice, picks up the puck, he shoots...and misses! To my excitement, Rick was chosen for the next attempt. Again, he skates down center ice, picks up the puck, he shoots...and it's GOOD! The arena lit up with cheers and energy; Rick just won the game for us! He skates back to the bench, after celebrating with the team on the ice. And while I'm clapping, he says something to me. I read his lips and it. " And we need to get you some clothes that fit," I added."Okay, you take care of that too," she kidded me, sounding tired.I told her of my upcoming date with Lacy on Friday night and could tell by her voice that the news met her approval."Do you trust Jimmy?" Sure, do you mean trust him to do the work if I line it up? Or trust him to paint the inside of our house when we aren't here?" We had postponed doing the inside of our house until later. Laura was undecided as to how she wanted it to. Even his helpless babbling gave her comfort, and it felt good to have his arm to press during the contractions.It was almost nine o’clock when Ellen’s water broke, and from then on, things accelerated. The midwife announced her to be fully dilated, and Ellen herself felt that her contractions increased to almost unbearable intensity. She could not breathe through them anymore, and her cries could be heard through the house.Richard sat, helplessly listening to her cries of pain, his own face wet.