Eyes that hadn’t looked into each other for over a decade now became locked.“Gwen?” he croaked softly.“I’m here, Joe,” she whispered.“Wh...ere’s Molly?”“I’m right here, honey,” his wife said gently, patting his hand.He smiled weakly gazing into his wife’s soft brown eyes. Looking around the room he took note of everyone there.“We are gathered here today...” he said, smirking as he heard several chuckles.Closing his eyes he sighed deeply. He cleared his throat and stared at his ex-wife.“Okay Gwen,”. It was a deliberate ploy, aiming to attract him, and it worked. He knew, already, what was at the top of her legs, yet the picture still turned him on. Above, the tie barely kept the two sides of the robe covering her breasts. Smaller than Helen, but still young, firm, perky and attractive. He was a man, any tit was going to turn him on. He had even been turned on by the a painting of the Madonna squirting breast milk at Saint Bernard.Toast and cornflakes were ready for him when he came down.. ”“Isn’t it obvious? To see your babies that’s why, and yes they are all holed up at Casa de Cord for the next several days,” he said, “waiting for you. And you will not be repaying me for buying out the renters, not even.” I snorted, but arguing with him at this point would be a waste of time. I’d be paying him back sooner or later; that was my promise to myself no matter what. I would not being owing the man money not money not ever.“Shit, I’m not ready for this,” I said.“You’ll never be more. One of the things Amir described to me was the civil problems in many of the countries that make up the African Continent. He explained that he hoped arranging for aid for these three countries would give him more leverage with the other countries.“Doug, there is one thing I am curious about regarding your sugar addiction problem. You told me that the humans on Earth were almost fully compatible with those of the Multiverse. If that is true, why aren’t those of us on Earth bothered by sugar.