*** Dante was visiting from college, he promised his mother he would come for the holidays. Even though he would rather face sudden death than come ba...ck home right now, he did as his mother requested, but that didn’t mean he had to be around everyone all the time. The Stones were a large family, but Dante didn’t care to mingle with the people who shared his last name. He didn’t want to hear about family events, babies, marriages, or scandals, he would rather talk about business he had more. .. Then with a quick motion unfastened the belt and caught it as it fell.“Take this,” he said to Mixed Race, “Add it to the sale of her gear!”Nervously his open hands reached out to encompass Batgirl’s hips.“More leather,” he whispered, “Tough material guarding her most intimate asset!”The button at the top of Batgirls pants was swiftly undone, showing Panties King a bare hint of her naked belly. He was breathing heavily, almost wheezing. His hands shaking to an alarming degree.Suspended above. In either case, John and Otto had been friends going way back, and knew his son since he was knee-high to a grasshopper. He got along with him very well way back when, and he was almost something of an honorary uncle to the boy. They were still somewhat friendly; certainly on each other’s Christmas card list.“Jacobe Dee-Ah-broote-so,” John said, “long time no see.”“John Caldwell,” Jack smiled, “You almost got my name right this time, I haven’t seen you since my old man’s funeral.”“I know, we. Yes I was physically there but mentally I had completely checked out. There were times when I wished I could just curl into bed, pull the covers over my head, and just stay there. The day of the wake was also the day of a horrible snowstorm. We all piled into the van and made the dangerous drive to the funeral home. The entire time I say in the backseat praying that we would not get into a horrible accident and up severely injured or even worse dead. The angels must have been watching over us.