I call it something else. But, yes. You could say that she and I share the same sort of intuitive powers." "You mean, it's sort of like birds of a fea...ther?" "You know, it's funny that you should say that, Karen..."*** "So, it's true. Danielle is the Messiah." Karen was not at all happy with the implications embroiled within that simple statement of hers. "No... not necessarily," Mickey, having just planted another tender kiss on the back of Karen's hand, thoughtfully replied. "However, she does. I knew they were always said with love. I told her that I’d talk to her later on, but she needed to get to the pub soon to get her surprise, so with disappointment that I was cutting off our phone conversation, she hung up. I sat at the bar and asked the older man behind the bar for a glass of water. He smiled at me as he got the glass of water I asked him for and sat it down before me on the counter. He asked what a Yank would be doing here, and I responded that I was setting up a surprise for. She looked at her husband, her eyes glazed, with a slightly crooked smile. "You were just what I needed baby. Can we get something to eat now?" Uh, sure, anytime." Chase said, still breathing heavy from his back to back ejaculations. "Yeah, something to eat would be good." And you should get some Sinsemilla honey." Mindy said gently squeezing his still semi hard cock. "You need to keep your, um, strength up tonight honey."Chase grinned and nodded. Another smoke would go pretty good right. There were no words of comfort that came from her father’s lips towards her. His eyes were void of any emotion at all when his gaze would fall upon her. She can understand the grief that he feels at the loss of the woman that he loved. However, why does she feel that in someway the death of her mother was her fault? Why did he make her feel that way? It was soon after that he and both of her brothers enlisted in the Confederate Army to fight against the North. The final words her father spoke.