"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean it ... I'll be good ... Let's just forget get it, okay Dad ... Daddy ... Dad-DEEE," she yelped and cut herself off as I... darted to my right, chasing her about the sofa now in a counterclockwise direction. This time we came to a mutual halt with our positions reversed: my back was now to the kitchen, and my daughter stood at the front of the couch, her back to the stairway. She was panting with the exertion of the chase and she was flushed with adrenaline, standing. Knowing Emily’s temper, Jessica knew that she would be the likely target of her anger.Emily stood there, glaring at Jessica, not saying a word. “Ma’am, what’s wrong?” Jessica nervously asked.As if her words broke the spell, Emily shook her head. “I don’t want to be disturbed.” and stomped into her office, slamming the door behind her.Several hours later, she came out of her office. “Jessica get this to the Chinaman. I want him to do his best work on this. And none of his excuses.” she handed a. “Well...Time to take a look at her pretty little brain,” the Pathologist’s Assistant said as he reached for a marker and began drawing a dashed line across her forehead. He grabbed a electronic cranial saw.“Time for me to go get lunch then,” Suarez said with a laugh. “See you, Chris.”The loud whir of the saw filled the area while Chris went to work on cutting off the top of Saema’s skull, her body shaking with the spinning of the blade, her tits bouncing slightly against the cold steel of the. Harv blushed deeply while Sandra became incandescent."I thought that was your name!" Harv said, turning toward her."Well, I..." The rest of Sandra's attempted reply was drowned by a gale of laughter from the table.When things settled down, she once again delighted the crowd with far more than her usual personal revelation. "H... Harv was calling me Mrs. Kasten, which was the last thing I wanted to hear any more. I don't know... Sandie just popped out." She looked almost on the edge of tears,.